C`mon C`mon lyrics

Artist  : Drag On 
Song : C`mon C`mon



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(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
Cuz 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 its 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