Drag-On
Get It Right
[Chorus: DMX]
Drag-On, n***as act on
Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song
X, will bring the day and the night
Cuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right

[Verse 1: DMX]
Moves is made, n***as is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up I'mma be out but I'mma try to live
I'm eatin day by day, ain't nothin sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin and you'll read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
Smoother yo' ass then put two through the pilllow
Cause my shit is Brillo
Manic depressive and my head hurts
'Tentions is dead thirst, I wet first, but wait a minute it gets worse
I can't control what I hold inside
So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died
Spit fire, torch n***as like barbecues
Mobbin crews, strippin n***as, robbin crews
And put him speechless, when I made him eat this
Hollow tip and you can follow grip, you be like Kim and ain't gon swallow shit
Don't know the half, couldn't know the math
To understand the wrath of a man split in half
But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred
Shit is tight and a n***a that's right gots to run it
No question, that's how I get down, n***as know
Gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and here take these fo'
Hot things I got things that make n***as spin
Put n***as in the wind, where you never see n***as again
Bless a n***a with stitches, the thin type
And a straight razor will put pinstripes across your windpipe
[Chorus: DMX]
Drag-On, n***as act on
Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song
X, will bring the day and the night
Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right

[Verse 2: Drag-On]
Drag opposite water more than a spot order
My flows cause fire then bring hose
Takes more than a pump to out this little punk
'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell
Call the police and whatever they don't seize
And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some keys
Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe
If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please
Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit
Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, stopping this
Since a tiny kid like, "mommy buy me this"
Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit
Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbag
I'm who, parents point they fingers at, "get from that hoodrat"
And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top
With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough bread
Cause that vest only protects that chest
And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated
Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes
Double R got me comin hard on you haters
Cause we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that
[Chorus: DMX]
Drag-On, n***as act on
Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song
X, will bring the day and the night
Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right