[Swizz Beatz:]
  We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
  We know y'all sittin' on 20's
  We know y'all reppin' your hood
  But how many y'all KILL!!!
    [Twista]
  Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
  let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
  While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money,
  ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
  Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks,
  the real gun runner never run when he bust
  Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,
  sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
  Hoes with ass and no gut
  let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
  Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap,
  gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE
  All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi,
  let's get buck up in the club
  And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
  All the homeys on the block,
  anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
  Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack,
  til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
  Guys that'll roll them dice and win,
  girls with 'fits that show the skin
  Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
  real hoes let your best friend know about men
  Cause I be squeezin' ass
  and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
  Move to the LOX and Beanie,
  while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
  It's like no nigga in the world could see me
  when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
  Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
  if you want herb we got bombs
    [Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]
    Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
  For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
  What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill me)
  Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)
    [Drag-On]
  By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
  and this kid spit fire light
  And the bitch I don' fucked like last night,
  I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
  Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read,
  is when I buy my gun from it
  How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
  I suggest y'all run from it
  And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
  make it pimp with a lot of hoes
  I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough,
  cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
  Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
  I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
  As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
  Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
  Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
  I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
  And the only on leavin' is me
  And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
  All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
  All I really do is
  R-U-double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
  Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin',
  with your insides open
    [Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]
    [Swizz Beatz:]
  ERRRRRRR!!!!
  Hold the fuck up!
  Slow down!
  Drag, Twista, listen up
  These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
  (They damn sure don't)
  This is volume 2 (volume 2)
  Nigga, so, get ignorent!
    [Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)]
    [Twista]
  Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
  Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
  When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
  If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do
  Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
  When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it
  You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
  I don' drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I'm lit up
  Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up
    [Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):]
  This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,
  lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista,
  let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
  I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth
  that'll burn you out
  Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out,
  especially when I tell her turn around
  I don' hurt her now
  Shit'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now
  I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit
  You gon' make me pull a all nighter
  Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
  Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
  (Puttin' it on 'em!)