We All Can Get It On Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Drag On

(whisper)Strike the match 

Flame on motherfuckers 

My gun I aim lower 

My words is a flame thrower 

Watch me end yall with somthing 

that'll make your skin crawl 

I'm only 8 tall ok yall? But I lay down law 

And I lay down yall so y'all better praise(a) the lord 

No room to breath. Knowin shh 

And the shit I spit be red and orange 

And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats 

'cause I'm fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched 

Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out 

I pull in shouts like BLOW! 

Damn that shit was loud! See the crowd? 

They all seek cover when they see that black rubber 

Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers 

It was one alone 

Covered with shellack ready to die black 

Lets talk about guns, and how y'all don't bust none 

Thease niggas here, y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking 

Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y'all bust is nuts 

Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom 

If yall can get it on, then we can get it on 

We all can get it on... (x3) 

FLAME-ON MUTHERFUCKERS(x2) 

Ya niggaz packing gats and stones 

Fronting on your man clones 

Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan 

Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown 

And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks 

Let him think theres peace 

And give him somthing to remember 

Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body missing till December 

Sneakers off 

Close casket, blew his cheek off 

By the way be careful who you speak of 

'cause I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that 

While yall in all black 

When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap 

Motherfuckers... 

Soon as yall think your beef is sweet 

I'm gonna lay in the streets 

and let y'all niggaz throw quarters on me 

Can you spare change for your life? 

Change for what? Thats when I pop up 

With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong 

I dont know what you thought 

I'm gonna do you like I do a Newport 

And step on kid, smoking him down till his head gone 

Hook 

I'm straigh housing shit 

Yeah, ya niggas is ballers 

But I'm the nigga bouncin' it 

if Ruff Ryders is announcing it 

Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it 

I dont care if you sellin it, this is music 

how we sound with it? 

Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it 

skip town for it, get under the ground for it 

So nigga, dont ignore it 

Unless your ass is deaf 

this is gonna be your last breath 

Your last S. and S. check 

with your hands crossed over your chest 

I dont give a fuck 

what ever I gotta take care, I get it done 

If its money, I owe nobody 

Except a few hot ones 

And if your 18 and under, this here's your last test 

And I'm gonna teach you in the class 

with the past tense, lil bastards 

C is for class or for casket. So get your books up 

And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up 

Dont tell me that you shook up 

You konw I keep my stacks crossed 

So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up 

But you know what? Then you woke up 

Some body smoked you smoke up 

You know what that mean 

You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up 

Hook (out)