C'mon C'mon

(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