No looking back, just straight up Aight? (Aight) You ready? On your mark, get set, Go! [Verse 1] Check it, check how I run on niggaz Take the mask off, put the gun on
Translation: Drag-on. The Race.
looking back, just straight up Aight? (Aight) You ready? On your mark, get set, Go! [Verse 1] Check it, check how I run on niggaz Take the mask off, put the gun on
There's still black marks on that county road Where we drag raced our pickups and mustangs And weathered all the sun and rain And to this day up on that
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
his Latin lover's sigh Adios muchachas y bolero, and goodbye Salsa rumbles rafters in a chop shop filled with cars Custom shopped and channeled with a drag race
on the key Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day Push in the button, let the top ten play Come on honey
On my own How could I have known? Imagine my surprise Just a fool From a tree full of fools Who can't believe his eyes Imagine my surprise I was a mean
father's Lindcrest diner in Lindenhurst. According to Nassau homocide sergeant John Nolan, witnesses saw Acksadapo drag racing with another car along
low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call
on that hill 'cause I can't stop I'll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I'll be there on time and
you mothaf-ckers that life is full of hydraulics Up and down, get 64 better know how to drive it I'm driving on E with no license or registration Heart racin' racing
from the spark for the fire engulfs, Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves. Drag the body back into the woods, Detach the back and tear into the goods. Tossed on
Deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown To sit on my throne alone (heavy mental) I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the
-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin' on
What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig that They call me Prospect, I just came back from? Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course It's lost on the Ave,
they can never think of nothin' to do If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself You got dead deer heads up on your shelf On your key chain is a
