I'll be the cause of the causes I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit I buy thousand kicks and
half of their check I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back Drag and S.P.'ll blow
slangin', snuck the back way in Ya helped me back ???? at the days in My ?? got you backin mine, back on my grind I can't get you out the back of my
. DMX) [Intro - Drag-On (DMX)] Flame on Dog Nigga (What!) Flame on (Uh) Dog (Uh Uh) Flame on (What!) Dog nigga (Uh Uh) Flame on [Verse 1: Drag-On] Awe
that I'm rich, but it'll slip I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion Open mouth and it'll beam like
s blues Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul Tossed by the winds and the seas I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the
But in the city twilight everything was alright They'll drag you home if you don't hold your ground So don't back down We we're out, but we're taking it back Come on
Listening to people talkin' 'bout the Judgment Day Now you've retired, goodbye to the job And you've lost your teeth, goodbye corn-on-the-cob Look back on your life and
gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
And die and come back as vanilla ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like R Kelly as
ghetto in sectors Locking down every block and put up metal detectors Protectors and be sure that you stand close Watch each others backs and guard your command post And
like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh -Chorus- [Drag-On] I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggas often They call me Drag-On
and out of zones Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken
bitch and have her lookin' at me like she got a damn clip on her tongue [Hook: Hell Rell] Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money Where my money (Hell Rell
they move it, and flaunt it They shake it and sway it, we'll die just to lay it We try to supress it until they undress it And beg 'em to use it, and
Columbus He's nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass ran up on a beach and threw everybody off and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud
me in a shit pile I dealt with it, and lived there for a while I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown Next
compass Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
