We Got That

[Drag-On (Warren G)]

C'mon (The Ruff Ryders)

Flame on (Double R, baby)

Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Drag-On]

Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape

Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes

I make the hardest shed a tear

Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here

Two over there, fuck playin' fair!

Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear

Drag just burn that up and get it outta here

Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell?

Y'all ain't goin' nowhere

But in the same town on the same dirty ground

And I don't care how you livin' it up

I even got dead niggas shiverin' up

You can bet I come diggin' you up

Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by

Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus

The one open is at the tip of the nose

When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes

Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark

Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in dead park

[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Eve]

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?

Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams

Since I had a snotty scream

Was taught to die in a red beam

Never ask when I need cash

I'm a customer, I snatch your cream

Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door

Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over

I'm causing early retirements

Cuz you blast last when I'm firing

Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in

Went from the full house to the raw house

To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out

Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out

You don't want my gun to go pow-pow

Well, I'ma have your face the same color

As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga

These ain't water pistols- they shoot many missles

And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was gonna come

Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son

I'm takin' e'eryone

[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Shadow]

Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, know the truth

See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and ?Gook?

POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother

Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring

Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend

Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife

Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my throne

Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with coley

My demo was better than a lot of y'all records

Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some quick for dough

Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra slow

I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops

Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked

[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne

[Warren G]

See now, there it go

Y'all got it

The East Coast West Coast collabo

Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders

Eve, my nigga Drag-On

Yeah, that's how we doin' it, like that for y'all

In the '99