Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Niggas Die 4 Me , by - Drag-On. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Niggas Die 4 Me |
| My niggas is the niggas that’ll ride with me |
| My niggas is the niggas gettin high with me |
| My niggas is the niggas that’ll die with me |
| And we can get it on |
| Rigga niggas wanna see the Dog nigga bite |
| But this kid Drag strike a light |
| Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire |
| Cause we the niggas that plug, wrap 'em in the rug |
| Flames mini blowin on my hands like dust |
| Chicks wanna slurp? |
| I guarantee I’ll make ya burp |
| Just push yo' teeth to the curb and hum a word |
| Some nerve, cats think they can touch a torch |
| You don’t know I buy my gun just for me to toss |
| Fuck what it costs, I don’t care what kind of drop you pushin |
| I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets |
| Yeah I see y’all cowards like to wear vests |
| Well I’ma aim a little higher, like for your neck |
| I puff lye, I’ma lift blunts til my arm look like Popeye |
| Til the day is bye-bye |
| Til then 300G fly by, rented |
| So foggy windows look tinted |
| We just be lookin at your Roley at dem hot shows |
| So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo' |
| Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid? |
| And since you got that nice watch, you know what time it is |
| Cause Drag’s clock say 7:30 |
| So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere real dirty, dirty |
| Double R, a camp where it’s all champs |
| And if y’all want to stop fire, open up a damn |
| Bet’cha niggas wonder |
| Why Drag always spit fire? |
| Why I always pop shit? |
| About how I burn niggas til they chocolate |
| Cause I’m the +Opposite of H2O+ now ya know |
| Fix your wrinkled face — my iron press more than clothes |
| And girls — I love 'em when I meet 'em, might eat 'em |
| But when they act up, it’s like Turner. |
| Tina |
| Don’t me get the burner |
| Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin Con-gac |
| Y’all know how that affects blacks, so you know I clash that |
| No way I’ma blow all these gats and crack stacks |
| I’ma lil' nigga so you know I run fast |
| But don’t do much of it do a lot of gun bustin |
| Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick |
| Outta seeing niggas run — eyes open, hopin they don’t trip |
| Hear the echoes blocks away |
| Type of bricklayers that hear shots today and give your blocks away |
| Run up on papi — hey! |
| Drop the yay |
| And if he don’t stall this world be popped tomorrow |
| Drag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme well |
| So like a dead snitch it’s hard to tell |
| Dirty dirty, niggas — word |
| This is to my grimy grimy, niggas — word |
| This is to my RR, niggas — word |
| Yeah cause we double R, nigga — you heard? |
| Come on |