[Chorus: DMX]

Drag-On, niggas act on

Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song

X, will bring the day and the night

Cuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right

[Verse 1: DMX]

Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is

When my time is up I'mma be out but I'mma try to live

I'm eatin day by day, ain't nothin sweet about it

Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' and you'll read about it

Built for war like a armadillo

Smoother yo' ass then put two through the pilllow

Cause my shit is Brillo

Manic depressive and my head hurts

'Tentions is dead thirst, I wet first, but wait a minute it gets worse

I can't control what I hold inside

So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died

Spit fire, torch niggas like barbecues

Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews

And put him speechless, when I made him eat this

Hollow tip and you can follow grip, you be like Kim and ain't gon swallow shit

Don't know the half, couldn't know the math

To understand the wrath of a man split in half

But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred

Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it

No question, that's how I get down, niggas know

Gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and here take these fo'

Hot things I got things that make niggas spin

Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again

Bless a nigga with stitches, the thin type

And a straight razor will put pinstripes across your windpipe

[Chorus: DMX]

Drag-On, niggas act on

Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song

X, will bring the day and the night

Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right

[Verse 2: Drag-On]

Drag opposite water more than a spot order

My flows cause fire then bring hose

Takes more than a pump to out this little punk

'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell

Call the police and whatever they don't seize

And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some keys

Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe

If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please

Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit

Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, stopping this

Since a tiny kid like, "mommy buy me this"

Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit

Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbag

I'm who, parents point they fingers at, "get from that hoodrat"

And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook crack

I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top

With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs

Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough bread

Cause that vest only protects that chest

And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated

Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes

Double R got me comin hard on you haters

Cause we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that

[Chorus: DMX]

Drag-On, niggas act on

Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song

X, will bring the day and the night

Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right