Die for Me
Drag-On f/ DMX

Chorus:
(DMX)
My peoples is the people that'll ride with me
My peoples is the people gettin' high with me
My peoples is the people that'll die with me
And se can get it on
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
(repeat)

Verse 1:
(Drag-On)
Many niggas wanna see the dog nigga bite
But this kid, Drag, strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the niggas that plug, wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowing on my hands like dust
Chicks wanna slurp?
I guarantee I'll make ya burp
Just push your teeth to the curve and hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can touch the torch
You don't know, I bought my gun just for me to toss
Fuck with the cars
I don't care what kind of drop ya pushin'
I put my fifteen to ya top and dump bullets
Yeah, I see ya'll cowards like to wear vests
Well, I'ma aim a little higher, like for your neck
I puff lye, I'ma lift blunts 'til my arm look like Popeye
'Til the day is bye-bye
'Til then, 300G fly by
Rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin' at your Roley at them hot shows
So go ahead boy, get drunk, pop that Mo
Until I pull ya to the side
See the nine, kid?
And since you got that nice watch, you know what time it is
'Cause Drag clock say 7:30
So sudden move and you gon' be laying somewhere real dirty, dirty
Double R, a camp where it's all champs
And if ya'll want to stop fire open up a vent

Chorus

Verse 2:
Betcha niggas wonder why Drag always spit fire
Why ya'll always pop shit?
About how I burn niggas 'til they chocolate
'Cause I'm the opposite of H2O, now ya know
Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more that clothes
And girls
I love 'em when I meet 'em
Might eat 'em
But when they act up
It's like Turner, Tina
Don't let me get the burner
Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Coniac
Ya'll know how that affects blacks
So, you know I crash that
Now where I'ma put all these gats and crack sacks at?
I'm a lil' nigga, so you know I run fast
But don't do much of it
Do a lot of gun busting
'Cause when I let off a clip
I get a kick outta seeing niggas run
Eyes open, hoping they don't trip
Ya hear the echoes blocks away
Type of bricklayers that hear shots today
And give your blocks away
Run up on papi
Hey, drop the yay
And if he don't stall, his world be popped tomorrow
Drag-On speaks with a stutter
But I thyme well
So like a dead snitch, it's hard to tell
Dirty, dirty niggas word
This is to my grimy, grimy niggas word
This is to my R-R niggas, word
Yeah 'cause we double R niggas
Ya heard?
Come on

Chorus (3 times)