Drag On Fireman
Songwriters: Whitfield, Norman Jesse; Mayfield, Curtis; Strong, Barrett; Parrino, Anthony; Smalls, M;I don't really wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna live my life
Feel me, c'mon baby
(Elite)
Where we at baby?
Let's get it, c'mon
How many niggas ever seen a shotgun shot?
Look like somethin', comin' at you nonstop
A James Brown make you say it loud
Let's walk through this block, head up
And anybody can pop a lead off
Let me see you shoot a .50 caliber and pop a head off
We can read it all I said [unverified] who's ever in my target
I'm gonna end it all
Some niggas better move back
(Move back)
Somebody better duck they head
'Cuz ya buddy mom's 'bout to be in the all black
'Cuz a nigga white-tee, 'bout to turn red
And I don't give a f..ck
When I'm a sitting before the judge
"Yeah, I did it, what?" Pumpin' in the cell by myself
'Cuz I don't wanna hurt nobody
I'm that hood, I'm those streets
I'm them lyrics enemies
I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified]
I'm that sex that you need
I'm that nigga wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman
Who the f..ck say drag couldn't come back?
(He said it)
Now, where my gun at, nigga won that
'Cuz I done raised a lot of niggas
And now I want my sons back
I catch a nigga at a party
Matter of fact I be up in his lobby
Lettin' my man hold my shotty niggas
I don't wanna hurt nobody
With some guns, I gotta do, what I gotta do
Pull out and then shoot who I gotta shoot
Hang a nigga off the roof, by his shoes and slip
I hope he got a parachute
I'm in the zone dogg
I'm by myself at my home dogg
Everybody just leave me the f..ck alone dogg
'Cuz I don't wanna hurt nobody
I'm that hood, I'm those streets
I'm them lyrics enemies
I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified]
I'm that sex that you need
I'm that nigga wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman
I wasn't grown right
My head wasn't screwed on tight
And so I pause every line
'Cuz it take time, for a boss
To be mad bout his crime
This how I deal with a snitch
Cut his tongue out and mail it to his bitch
'Cuz when a nigga run his lips
That makes me wanna hurt somebody
But I ain't that nigga that, uhh
Come over for chitter-chatter
'Cuz if you owe me a favor, talking don't really matter
Either you got it or you don't or you will or you won't
Trying to take you dough, you ain't no better, hide your thoughts
Now you on life support and can't cry might die driving
Pull the stick, I'm gonna pull up in my Audi niggas
'Cuz I don't wanna hurt nobody
I'm that hood, I'm those streets
I'm them lyrics enemies
I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified]
I'm that sex that you need
I'm that nigga wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman, I'm your fireman
