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Thug In The Street

{Drag-On}

I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim

'cause bullets make your feet fast

we throw babies in the trash

Drag don't play with little gats

crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs

and quarter pounds

bitch place your order now stay in line

I only fuck with broke niggas

that stright depend on crime

you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap

'cause in jail they'll put your cap where

your ass at you ass black

projects thats where Drag at

yea ya got heart

but if I don't got my gun

thats where ya gonna get stabbed at

boy as a young I never grabbed that toy

Drag was taught to grab that and ask

"where the cash at"

{Sheek}

you think we shoot his pocket sides

deuce decuce and 25's

you ain't takin' em' nigga

you threatenin' lives

I ain't frontin motherfucker

I don't shoot no legs

I'm tryna see if your brains

really look like eggs

or is it just that commercial

your brain on drugs

now it's a total different look

from these shotgun slugs

to get rich it could take less than two days

I'm like them little beepers

halfs and bullets two-ways

fuck vests my shit go throught toup

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