Call Me Drag-on - Drag-on Lyrics - Singles - Funkmaster Flex

[Funk Flex] 

Ah this shit is ugly right here 

Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders 

Shout out to Uncle Ray 

New York City are you fuckin ready?!! 

[Drag-On] 

We gon smoke trees like them legalize it 

Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick 

Seen? Long as it's Funkmaster Flex 

Me don't care if me flunk or pass the test 

The pump will take a chunk out ya chest 

Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test 

Read my basketball files 

They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls 

Clubs hand check us now 

Chicks hand fuck us now 

That's why niggas like fuck us now 

I tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missin 

So just lay down and audition for your mortician 

Make you give that cash up 

I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya 

Trust me them pits'll catch ya 

Make you spit up ketchup, extra 

Layin right next to 

Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up 

Before this shit I was a rapper 

'cause while my face was masked up 

Y'all niggas was wrapped up, act up! 

[HOOK] 

D-R-A-G dash O-N 

Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*} 

(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride) 

[Drag-On] 

You can see the tears in the eyes of men die 

You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry 

Seen? Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off 

Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled 

I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call 

Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls 

Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ??? 

Wanna see me on they period can't be seriously 

The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt 

And told him Drag-On and pass it on 

I'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty 

Switch 'em like a pair of Timbs and never wear 'em again 

Me killin batty bwoy, make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy 

You don't run around wit the shotty boy 

It's not a cause 

Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder 

In the BX pumpin' a lot of noise 

[Funk Flex] 

Blounce shout DJ Twin, Rockwilder 

Shut ya fuckin face 

Y'all mean nothin to me! 

Y'all ain't got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean? 

Be clear! I'm the king of this shit right here nigga! 

Fix your fuckin face! 

Matter fact peel your fuckin pocket, BITCH!