Get It Right
Drag-On Lyrics

Drag-On, n****s act on
Drag-On is someone that people take action for

Messin' wit' the team - it's gon' be a sad song
If someone messes with Drag-On's team, they will regret it

X will bring the day and the night
DMX brings both light and darkness

'Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right
Because they do everything right, especially in their lyrics

Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
Actions are taken, and people get what they deserve

When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
When his time is up, he will leave but will try to enjoy life before that

I'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about it
He is surviving by taking it one day at a time, and it's not easy

Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
If you act like you don't understand him now, you will hear about him later

Built for war like a armadillo
He is tough and ready for anything, like an armored armadillo

Smokin' yo' a**; put two through the pillow
He will kill you in your sleep, shooting you through the pillow

Hear my s*** through windows
His music can be heard through walls and windows, showing his power

Manic depressive, and my head hurts
He has ups and downs and suffers from mental illness, which causes him pain

Soon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him first
If he is thirsty for a kill, he will be the first to strike

Now wait a minute; it gets worse
Things are about to escalate and become more intense

I can't control what I own inside
He struggles with controlling his emotions and inner thoughts

So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died
He takes out his anger on the memory of a dead child, showing his pain and rage

Spit fire, cross n****s like barbecues
His rhymes are fierce and can tear people apart, like a BBQ grill

Mobbin' crews, strippin' n****s, robbin' crews
He is part of a gang that takes from others through violence and stealing

And put him speechless when I made him eat this
He leaves his victims speechless when he forces them to eat something

Hollow tip, and you can follow grip
His bullets are deadly, and you can see the path they follow

You be like Kim and ain't gon' swallow s***
You will be like Kim Kardashian and won't be able to handle the intense situation

Don't know the half, couldn't know the math
You don't know the full extent of his actions, and it's complicated

To understand the wrath of a man split in half
Only someone who is also broken can understand his rage

But he got what he wanted; shot for three hundred
He got what he wanted (money, power, respect) and is now a target of others

S*** is tight, and a n**** that's right gots to run it
Everything is intense, and the one who's right has to take control

Ain't no question; that's how I get down
There's no doubt that this is his lifestyle, and he won't change it

N****s know gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and, here, take these fo'
People know that he demands money and women, and will use violence to get it

Hot things; I got things that make n****s spin
He has dangerous things (guns, drugs), that make people lose control

Put n****s in the wind where you never see n****s again
People disappear forever after crossing him

Bless a n**** with fifties - the thin types
He gives people money, but it's not a lot

And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe
He will shoot you and leave marks across your neck

Drag opposite water more than a spot order
Drag-On is unique and can't be controlled or predicted

My flows cause fire then bring holes
His rhymes can light things up and leave a mark

Takes more than a pump to out this little punk
He won't be defeated easily, even if someone has a gun

'Less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to Hell
Unless someone has a powerful gun and kills him, he will keep fighting until the end

Call the police, and whatever they don't seize
Even if the police try to stop him, he is unstoppable

And put in they mouth, and catch freeze; tell 'em throw Drag some keys
He will make the police shut up and give him a chance to escape or get drugs

Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe
He doesn't care how many people he has to lie to or deceive

If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi, please
If you can't handle the situation, you don't deserve to be around him

Cats stealin' gats; y'all probably will get hit
People who steal guns will face the consequences, and probably get hurt

Well, I'm the future; let's see y'all copy this, stopping this
He is ahead of his time and can't be imitated or stopped

Since a tiny kid like, "mommy, buy me this."
Ever since he was a child, he wanted the things he couldn't have

Since she always told me no, started stealin' on some grimy s***
Since his mother didn't give him what he wanted, he started stealing on the streets

Like look at that, now look at that slide - it in my book bag
He steals things easily and hides them in his bag

I'm who parents point they fingers at, "get from that hood rat."
He is a bad influence and someone to avoid, according to parents

And put it back; f*** tough while y'all cook crack
He puts things back after stealing them, and doesn't feel bad while others are cooking drugs

I'm cocaine; throw me in the pot, I rise to the top
He is like a drug, and can rise to the top of any situation

With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Even if the police try to catch him in their car, he will outrun them and show off his skills

Still put them holes in yo' head, till it's mushy like dough bread
He will still shoot you even if you wear a helmet, until your head is mushy and damaged

'Cause that vest only protects that chest
Your bulletproof vest won't protect you from his shots

And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated
If he decides to get expensive items (like diamonds), don't be too impressed

Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes
He will shoot you in the head and leave it a mess, like mashed potatoes

Double R got me comin' hard on you haters
His group (Ruff Ryders) makes him come after his enemies with full force

'Cause we the streets black, and y'all belong beneath that
He and his group are from the streets and are better than their enemies who belong below them

[Chorus x 2]
These are the chorus lyrics that repeat throughout the song