Songtext If you know Drag-On

If you know

Intro:
[sheek]
Yo I might get drunk
[jadakiss]
Jeckel and hyde
Roll these with lemons
[sheek]
Im tellin yall niggas
Swizz beatz

Chorus:
[all]
If you know, like we know, like they know
L.o.x. is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz beatz is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Well bring it to their chest

Verse 1:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Yo if I cant make money
Then you cant either
If I didnt have to rap
I have blown in the freezer
[styles a.k.a holiday]
If I cant rock nikes
Or tims with double soles
I have the 9 in the pound
And leave your ass full of holes
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
If I didnt push a benz
And I didnt push a lex
Then the ambulance will come
And they be pushin on your chest
[swizz beatz]
If I couldnt hit the studio
And make another record
For my double r niggas
Ill lay yall on stretchers
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Now I might get drunk
Or I might get high
But my game stay trump
And my style stay fly
[styles a.k.a holiday]
I might hit a dime
Or I might hit a duece
And when I wanna go to war
Is when you wanna call a truce
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
I might buy em cooked
Dough I might buy em raw
And I might tap your chin
Or I might cross your jaw
[swizz beatz]
Now I might go 18s
I might go 20s
I might use dumdums
Cause yall niggas dummies

Chorus:

Verse 2:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Ayo, me without weight
Is like harlem without 8
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
Yeah, me with no funds
Is like queens with no dunns
[styles a.k.a holiday]
And me with no beef
Is like brooklyn with no guns
[swizz beatz]
Man and me with no beats
Is like cali with no blunts
[sheek a.k.a louch]
First I got head from her
Then I hit her from the back
Then she told me that she hustled
So I hit her with a pack
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
Yeah, screw how many mics you got
How much ice you got
My bulletsll make you icy-hot
[styles a.k.a holiday]
Yall, all my niggas killas
We dont talk on the phone
And give a way better message
When we come in your home
[swizz beatz]
Yo, catch me down-south
When Im pumpin up things
And my name aint rover
Dont jump on my rings
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Man, you gotta have your hustle right
When you up in the game
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
You gotta have your lawyor money
For you firm-aly change
[styles a.k.a holiday]
And dont you leave out the house
Without bringer your things
[swizz beatz]
We gonna ruff ryde, nigga
>from here to the bank

Interlude:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over
This double r, nigga, l.o.x.
We are the streets
When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch
Shits real

Verse 3:
[drag-on]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I might pull up in a v,
That cost more than a buck
Then turn around and burn it
Cause you thought it was plush
[eve]
Anytime I get on fire
I get a car to match
And tell any rapper you name
You gard it black
[drag-on]
When I bust my hammer
I nail my nigga
We the ruff ryder family
All hail, my niggas
[eve]
And I might ride, I might die
Thats up to the lord
And my niggas might come home
Thats up to the ?
[drag-on]
Yo, if money make you feel good
Im happy with lead
Joe pesci-style
Kickin niggas after they dead
[eve]
Picture the litter
Hold the 4-5th for my niggas
Writin the venom
Ass look right in the dinner
[drag-on]
? dockin? you pay
Word from me you clockin the yay
I hustle for real
Let you hold the block for a day
[eve]
Pull it in your brain
And give you a hot idea
You wanna low
Heres a casket you can hide out there

Chorus: til fade