D-x-l (hard White) lyrics

Artist  : Drag-on 
Song : D-x-l (hard White)



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 [Styles P]

Holiday Styles

Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
neck 

if I ain't gettin proper respect

I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
grill

I don't give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin to
die

I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look
at the sky

Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the
pie

We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of
time

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes

Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to
bubble

Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble

I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death
(uh-huh)

Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left
(what)

You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and
an O

You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this
toast



[Sheik]

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo

I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
cool

And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in
school

No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God

Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too
hard

My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too
strong

What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a
song

Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair

Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the
chair

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
hear

I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
crew

Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin to
you

You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in
my eye?

I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin
change when I die

from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the
sky

I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
nigga

Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go
through, WHAT?



[Jadakiss]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy
quick

A nice house with five rooms, maybe six

A town where money is coming, eighty bricks

Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
flip

Bet you never even felt the heat

til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the
grease

Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the
streets

Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who
want it with P?

If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three

Be in the hood with all your jewels in the
glovebox

Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)

All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh)

Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(uh)

Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)

It's Jada {*mwwaa* responsible for breakin your
heart (uh)

Uh



[Drag-On]

Creep through the streets

For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard

Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my
shotty guard

Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
Tylenol

Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em
noddin off

And take casket naps, fuck that

You shoulda never let this bastard rap

All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your
snorkel

No parents, tale from my horror's no morals

Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance

So you dyin? It's no problem, no lyin

Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry
'em

Drag done ate your food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your
chin up

Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin
up

Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
well

I don't brag I let the streets tell

Po'-po' now you see he fell



[DMX] {*overlapping last line*

Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers 

know what my name means when you hear it in the
streets (uh)

Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak

You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)

You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of
greasy talkin (uh-huh)

What the science behind that son? (I don't
know)

A lot of easy walkin

I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down
(uh) shot down (uh)

Ain't tryin to talk about what I got now, but I
got now (WHAT?)

I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz
up (c'mon)

And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked
niggaz up (uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think
you already know that (uh-huh)

Well think about it with the brick in your hand
before you throw that

Now don't act, cause actin might get you
rollin

with what you ain't ready to handle (UHH)

All that's left of your memory, is a candle
(WOO!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
niggaz

Talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass
niggaz (uh)

From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
tight

Let them cats spit that weak shit (What!)

I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!



[Styles] (Sheek)

They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra jails and extra cops

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra chains and extra watches

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)



They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra jails and extra cops

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra chains and extra watches

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)