C'mon C'mon Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Drag On

(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 its 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