Tell Your Friends - Jadakiss Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

[Drag talking] 

Yah, I'm back niggaz 

Ha Ha y'all don't think the kid gonna come back y'all crazy 

[Drag] 

I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood 

My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood 

Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted 

Y'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in 

Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me slugs 

I'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threes 

So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's 

I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon 

I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon 

And I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancer 

So I aint celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answer 

Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar 

But I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar's 

I aint gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did 

I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss 

[Chorus: repeat X2] 

Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) 

We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) 

You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team wining like the Lakers 

[Jadakiss] Fall back respect, learn how to love a nigga 

You only alive, on strength of another nigga 

I've been nice all my F'in life 

A big house I only slept in twice 

Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice 

The mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second life 

Nigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track 

And beat it up like I produced the track 

So another line bout a gun motherfucker 

And I'ma pass one to you, blast one through you 

You don't got adrenaline, ass run through you 

I run through cash, cash run through you 

I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself 

I don't know wuts worse a hate or a fag 

Double R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag 

[Chorus: repeat X2] 

Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) 

We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) 

You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team winin like the Lakers 

[Drag] 

I was hated by many, loved by few 

But respected by all, so fuck all y'all 

Y'all doubted my skills, I never relied on this deal 

I don't give a fuck what y'all feel, foreal foreal 

This rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs 

I rather go do a jook's, to feed my thugs 

Cuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shield 

See he aint real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp I'm like Morgan Freeman, the way I make tracks lean on me 

I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush 

Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed 

Spring is back, along with Drag 

I juss coped a light jacket and the longest Jag 

I'm who you nigga love to hate, but glad I'm back 

Y'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back 

[Chorus: repeat X3] 

Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) 

We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) 

You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)