(Verse 1) (uh yeah yeah yeah c'mon c'mon) When ya'll niggaz run on my block You gonna get it And that bitch you trying to pop I done hit it You still trying to find my style You gonna get lost And those that think they could touch Gonna get torched Make a flow to my gun That'll go off I'll do a hundred in the wind On the turnpike All you hear is wind wind wind That's a dirt bike And you can put them up and shut em up 'cause when we get it up we hit em up Hoes ain't good enough My fires gonna make dust Now who the one doing the talking? Ya'll niggaz gonna split a coffin And you can call that fifty-fifty Break it down to the nitty gritty Now what you see is whatcha gonna get That's 5'8, dead weight, tone straight, your face Now let me see you get away Bob and weave back Since when a nigga breathe through his back? Now when it come to my shit Better leave that C'mon C'mon Hook: Your hoe don't wanna be mine? Better save your daughter Your coke compared to mine? Is baking soda Ya'll niggaz wanna war? Better send your soldiers My life is on the line For the new world order! (Repeat once) (Verse 2) Soon I'ma flow over Like (what) like water When niggaz be drowning Ya'll look smaller I don't give a fuck what they might call ya It could Mo or Cristal I'll pour ya I be dealing with the hype shit I keep a tight clip But only thing my bullet might slip Growing up in these here streets Is gritty You don't do a lot of talking In the city It's pat pat pat No pity Then woo woo woo woo Those sirens When Drag dash on Is hiding Cause we don't do a lot of running I keep firing And as long as they payin A few is dying I don't care if it's plastic or iron Cause the money in my pocket I'll fold ya And if your niggaz ain't tell you They shoulda told ya C'mon C'mon Hook: Repeat twice When my niggaz swing the sword off Get your shit blown off Cause if ya'll niggaz looking for a fist fight Shit you gonna die tonight Cause when we swing them things You gonna see the light I don't care if it's heaven or hell They both bright Ya'll niggaz got beef with Drag-On? C'mon,C'mon,C'mon,C'mon, C'mon Ya'll niggaz is getting to close Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up Ya'll niggaz gonna make my gun go Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka Ruff Ryders gonna make sure you don't come back The only nigga that's allowed to come back Is a nigga that smoke the crack When it comes to our g-stacks We want that Now let me see you count that We don't want no ones back Them ten's and twenty's Is all but a simple money And I'ma burn like I'm on hot sand With my shoes off Make sure nobody make a move Til the cruise is off And in this game i win And you lost And the only way you gonna catch me Is on the cover on of the new Source C'mon C'mon Hook: repeat four times till end