karaoke
Its the same as yesterday
Your knocking, looking for love again
Blows my mind how you miss the clue
I don't want anything from you
You call me...and call me
Why can't you just let it go
I don't want to want you
Just leave me alone
Your purpose escapes me
Your just consuming air
Go away... go away... go AWAY!!!
I don't want wanna hang or mingle with you
I don't need the drama I'm nobody's fool
Don't want your disease
Don't find shit in you
Don't need no more friends with
Drama like you
I hear you knock but you can't come in
There's nobody home for you again
Call my band and all my friends
Your a crazy bitch in the end
You call me and call me
Why can't you let it go
I don't want to want you
Just leave me alone
Your presence is torture
You're just what stupid does
I'd rather touch myself... fuck myself because
I don't wanna hang or mingle with you
I don't need the drama I'm nobody's fool
Don't want your disease
Don't find shit in you
Don't need no more friends with
Drama like you
You call me and call me
Why can't you let it go
I don't want to want you
Just leave me alone
I hate you... I hate you
It's like you're always there
Talking shit... talking shit... talking shit!
I don't wanna hang or mingle with you
I don't need the drama I'm nobody's fool
Don't want your disease
Don't find shit in you
Don't need no more friends with
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
He said I be soon coming off the currency
I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
He said a condo beats my apartment
With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
I said word, I know and it bothers me
Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
How wicked man, seperated
a nation and got us cold-killin off one another
(Word-word, to the mother)
It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
Could this be the place marked X on the map?
Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
So I start to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're getting scarier
*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list
From not having shelter, and out on the street
without a job and days without a bite to eat
Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
about some more people that's living on the outside
Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
And it took em on a trip for a long day
Got to the point you started stealing from your house
Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
Your family's upset and you've got to go
When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
Then after you run that game for a while
You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
Why do you come to me crying the blues?
About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
Then you can get straight and be real
But you'd rather rob and steal
And that's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not wonderama
But I'm talkin bout drama
Here what I'm sayin?
I'm not talkin bout your mama
Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama
Shaolin fist versus the llama
Talkin bout drama
[ VERSE 1 ]
Fuck, duck down, niggas is shootin
And I can't go out like Sir Isaac Newton
Catch a stray one, cause from day one I been escapin
So I figure I'm due for a yellow tapin
But it ain't today, thank God
So I kiss my mother and count my bank rod
And then it's back to the warzone
In Southern California you gots to get yours on
A real East Side Story
I'm talkin Compton and Watts, for thyne is the glory
A tale of two cities where it's non-stop drama
Not the Apollo joint
But from the hollow-point
-blank, I sleep to the sound of a siren
The shit is so tirin
And other nights I can't even crash
Without the same fuckin mutts turnin over my trash
It's just drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
[ VERSE 2 ]
One-time got my street blocked off
And I wonder what's poppin
But I ain't stoppin
>From what it look like a officer got smoked
And most likely it's from some shit he provoked
But regardless the police is kickin up dust
So now it's like 'in glock we trust'
And everybody in my hood is suspects
But ain't nobody snitchin, so what's next?
They try to break the unity
Make an example of a nigga to frighten the whole community
So put out an all-points bulletin and on Kam
And Watts-Up - goddamn!
Ain't nobody said a word
But now somehow I'm under the ghetto bird
On a high-speed chase
The right time in the wrong place
I caught drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
[ VERSE 3 ]
Damn, I just heard about the homie
That's fucked up, give my condolences to the family for me
Cause I know they took it hard
The shit caught us all off guard
That was my dog, he ain't never meant no harm
I went and got his name tatooed on my forearm
Right after the funeral
Goddamn, that's two in a row
Homeboys I done lost to gang violence
And I ain't been able to smile since
I know everything happen for a reason
But now the blood in my veins is freezin
Ain't no more feelings left, I'm cold-hearted
I wasn't dearly, but nearly departed
So I know I got a purpose
But L.A. is like a circus
It's too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
[ VERSE 4 ]
So another day, another dirty dollar
Like Marvin Gaye sometimes it make me wanna holler
While I try to make a livin, I'm givin
You pee o-n t-h-e U.S.A. - hey
So how much for the ski-mask?
Ain't none of your business what it's for, so don't even ask
Cause America is on the fall
It's every man for himself and God for us all
And action speaks louder than words
>From what I hear the Mexicans got the birds
I seem em puttin up stores
I say it's time I kick in some casa doors
And play Robin Hood, I been good too long
Takin this shit, you can't expect me not to do wrong
So the stage is set for an Academy Award
And oh my Lord
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
It's just too much drama
(More drama, more drama, more drama)
(kokane)
Ah yeah...
(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped
Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains
Me and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the chevy
Wavin techs up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them shakin like they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout smokin down the street
With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat
I check myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me
Shoppers singin like whitney they wanna fit me
With a full metal jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not even nick me
We rushed my homie to the nearest carsa hospital
But it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)
(chorus w/variations: kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
(spice 1)
We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergency
Feelin go perform my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died like that
We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back
So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold
Behold a chevy with gold deeds
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get closer
Don't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the dullja's
With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here
We ain't no suckers, we doin it like john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies
(chorus w/variations: kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
(spice 1)
We built up out the scene with out a clue
People call the police but that's all they can do
We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
This ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters
Try their pager, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor
And suckers who don't feel me, get the red laser
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders
But get snatched out their range rovers
(chorus w/variations: kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a fuck about you, yeah
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Ochitsuki ga nai to wa yoku iwareru no
Onaji butai ni nagaku wa irarenai
Nigeru mawaru you ni kotaete atezuppo
Norikaeru you ni hana kara hana e to
Baby let me touch you
Ai dake no ai de ii
Let me be the one to please you
Baby let me kiss you
Asu made no eien to
Yobeba ii darou
TAKUSHII no nioi ga KITSU sugiru kara
Sonna ni tooku e wa yukenai darou
Mado o akereba watashi wa JURIETTO
Ima dake no eien wo "DORAMA" to yobu nara
Baby let me touch you
Tsurete yukenai
Let me be the one to leave you
Baby let me kiss you
Serifu mitai na namida
Niawanai
* Tumbling Tumbling
Can't you see that I will be your ecstasy
Tumbling Tumbling
Can't you hear me whisper to your fantasy
Tumbling Tumbling
Can' you see that I can be your remedy
But if you go another way
Then I might be your enemy
Baby let me touch you
Ai dake no ai de ii
Let me be the one to leave you
Tomorrow when I miss you
Ano eien ni
Mou maniawanai
* repeat
the light fades up in a brand new heart
first page of a manuscript
not complete but full of life
a life that struggles on
seems like the drama never ends
a there are still words untold
the easy parts seem so far away
so far away
my own play, my own play
the show has reached the end
the curtains closing down
still alone on this stage
i've played my tragic parts
now i'm just waiting for the end
the end that takes me away
looks like the last page is reached
and the light is fading out
but the show must keep on going
and the show goes on
my own play, my own play
the show has reached the end
No disrespect to the opposite sex
But I ain't flexed punani yet that's worth my royalty checks
Men be trying to get laid, women be trying to get paid
So, somebody gotta get played, right
Now you claim I'm runnin' game and still let us run the train
Pulling Coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame
Let a dame complain about disrespecting my African queen
Ass hangin' out them Daisy Dukes jeans, jockin'
Damn I love civilization, wants to know my occupation
Home location and means of transportation
The correct combination unlocked your placenta
I got a cellular phone with a rubber antenna
On a three story house, drive a four door Ac
Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's, "Hit It From the Back"
Then jet, I turn a bitch into my favorite
She know my name 'cause I got more game than Sega CD
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
I try U.N.I.T.Y. but why?
'Cause when I was lackin', bitches made me want to roll over and die
So now I lie, cause bitches are like flies, why?
They attract to the best shit
You gotta play Max Julian's role unless you plan on being celibate
'Cause bitches want the money clip and whatever dick that comes with it
The bitch saw me in the Lex and didn't know it came from Avis
Now she's on the tip like my name was John Davis
And I'm knowin' what she thinks
I'ma sweep her off her feet because I bought the hoe a drink
Bitch, haha yeah, I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to Atlanta
Tomorrow, so maybe we can kick it, tonight
Right there I knew my dick was getting wetted
'Cause I played into this bitch's Cinderella complex
Whatever you want to hear, I can say
Forget the bitch the next day, instant replay
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
Yo Ras, let me talk about these bitches for a minute but
Let's get it straight, when I say the word bitch, I don't mean all women
'Cause hookers come a dime a dozen if you thought they wasn't
You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her cousin
Or her mama, you gots to have drama
Nigga flash some currency and go up in her auntie
I'm talkin' 'bout the skanless type loc
You know the type that seem to like the taste of swipe, check it
When it comes to Saving Hoes, Coolio ain't in it
Don't call me Captain, General, Sergeant, or Lieutenant
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I gave the bitch my autograph, and she gave me some ass
But as soon as the hoe tried to get in my pocket
I shot her ass away from me, like a skyrocket
Take it from a G, period, no comma, to keep these hookers
On they toes, you know the rest
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
[chorus x2]
Drama, drama
Drama drama
Drama, drama
[Kane]
Dis for da killaz and cut throats, da grown bustas
They don't wanna talk it out, nigga they won' rush ya
Wig slitin niggaz wit a perminate boot
Give a fuck about nothin, knock your tongue in da shoe
No compromise in my eyes, ain't no love in my heart
'Bout to kick da dust off, its takin too long to start
You won' ball wit me nigga, i'll knock your dick in da dirt
I feel like i'm violated and i'm sorry it won't work
I want
[chorus x5]
[Abel]
I've been waitin for a nigga to flex or say somethin', so I can pull out this tec' and start dumpin
It makes no difference if its nigga or bitch, a-body bedda split when I get to my shit
I got no conversation, no one shot
Fuck 5-0, I don't get along wit cops
I'm bout straight put'n niggaz up in body bags
Real killaz 'round here, we don't lie to gab
[Chorus x4]
[Chorus 2]
Nigga take it outside
Fuckahhh outside, we can take it right here x4
[Kane]
Now where da semi-automatic, coo
Da k totters
Niggaz dat ain't scared of war, cuz they souljaz
When it comes time to ride, they take over
Busta outta line, knock da head off they shoulders
I don't wanna talk about peace
Fuck dat, i'm about to lay ya flat wit ya head attached
Ya bout dat, i'm bout dat
How dat shit sound
We gon' tear this club up, just to tear this bitch down
[Chorus x4]
[Abel]
We comin wit da true thug niggaz, dat be cookin da beef
Dem knock-out artists dat'll put ya to sleep
And while a-body talkin bout pushin da peace
I'm tryin to figure why da fuck this nigga lookin at me
This nigga just don't know dat i'm heavily armed, and i'm locked on him, and i'm ready to bomb
You could never be calm,
when my people swarm on ya, quando saqueo la mierdra
You'se a goner, we bout
[Chorus x4]
[chorus 2 x4]
[INTRO: Odario]
Too much drama. These MCs trying to take what's not their's. They don't
know the deal. A yo, Spitz come here and tell them the deal.
[Spitz]
Yo, check it out
Sometimes we shine so bright it's devine
MCs staring at my mic have been known to go blind
You got two great minds intertwined to combine
An ultimate rhyme that's unmatched
We attack beats that make your neck snap back
And possibly the clash, no hope for a rematch
It's Maxmo the dispatcher in pursuit of sucker MCs
Calling for backup in case thses fools feeling lucky
[Odario]
Roger that dispatch
Received your call got your back
Head 'em off on the corner, peep straight and relax [?]
[Spitz]
He's heading right in your direction, I'm in hot pursuit
Oh shit! He seen me call, got shook changed his route
Pseudo effects[?], ran through Bar B-Q
Car two, you double back, I'm in fullout pursuit
If he thinks he's getting away, this cat's sniffing glue
So I flew over this fence dodging kids eatting hot dogs
Sucker you're out of shape, you sucking wind like you Boss Hog
Your lines got cocked back, my lines fully loaded
Should have stopped writing when your brain overloaded
Your head started to swell and your neck couldn't hold it
Toppled head over heals to the ground, body folded
Free advice, take notes but don't quote it
Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that you wrote it
You couldn't take the pressure and your f****** brain exploded
[Odario] Ahhh, damn!
[Jeru, scratched by DJ Hunnicut several times] "Mad drama"
[Odario]
Definition of a rhyming practician
On timing the rendition
Hold your rah, take a listen
Don't stop, fix your lonely condition
Watch what you're wishin'
Mark you proposition (proposition)
Mood Ruff don't die, we multiply
Well I, like to chillin'
Keep one eye... open
Top billin', scoping out the villian
No longer holding no we hoping and willing
To make some sense, can't be rapping again
Over my expense, now he running again
Done in, mad ones and dreams to making the coming up
Lost ones, you know they think they strong enough
I come out hardlife, po-po I make you wonder
I bring the drama, show ya lyrical thunder
Pull ya, pull pull we going under
Beneath the level with me the rhyme devil (devil)
I'm well defined within my theory
We cross the line the more the merry
Come on with me, let's be what we gotta
The MC, MC we keep it hotter
[Spitz]
Yeah we now infiltrate your entire being
This is how we bring it live to all them pepole still believing in
Ripping mics 'til the crowd goes deaf {deaf}
Dropping wax, mix it up like a chef {chef}
Body rocking 'til there's no moves left
Innovate new styles, expect nothing less
Never rest, perfectionists, none the less
You got extra chips
Well invest off the rest, we the next
It ain't a job, it's a reflex
Hit me with the mic and I spit text
One rule for us, for you another
Do unto yourself as you see fit for your brother
Is that not within your realm of understanding?
A fifty second capacity of mind, too demanding?
Well then poor unfortunate you
There are a myriad of things that you can do
Like pick up a pen and paper or go talk to a friend
The history of the future
No violence or revenge
Your shame is never...ending
Just one psychological drama after another
You are guilty and how you ever entered into this life
God only knows, the infinite complexities of love
We all have the ability
Our freedom is fragile
We all laugh and we cry don't we?
We all bleed and we smile
Your shame is never...ending
Just one psychological drama after another
You are guilty and how you ever entered into this life
God only knows, you're not to sacrifice the art of love
Your shame is never...ending
Just one psychological drama after another
You are guilty and how you ever entered into this life
God only knows, the infinite complexities of love
Your shame is never...ending
Just one psychological drama after another
We are guilty and how you ever entered into this life
The Lord only knows, the ultimate necessity of love
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born
Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me
Roll down-a my family tree with me
Keep flippin' the page to page
See nothin' but strugglers
I never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama
So, I gotta drop my Pz
But I think way back in the day now
When Moms and Pops had my back
They stayed down and gave us a place to lay down
But then, then when the wind blew in
It threw in a crackpot but lately
It's keepin' my people up off the hinges
Can I get a witness, baby? And I'm out the door
Gots to go make me some money on my own
Somebody tell me now, where we went wrong
God, bring my family back because they long gone
It's on, now, Pops don't even come around
But I know Pop's got problems
That's why your little nigga's still down with ya
But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin'
My sisters keep sayin' they hungry
Gotta come up on some way to feed 'em
Big Will, Rod J, take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare
When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone
So, bang, bang, had to get down for my thang
Swang with a me thugstas, pump, we
Never did love ya, St. Clair, struggler, yeah, your hustla, baby
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born
Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me
I can't get away from all this drama surroundin' me
Houndin' me, heavily comin' down on me
Drama been poundin' my brain, callin' my name
These demons, they seem to be followin' me
Come in all shapes and sizes, enemies, my friends
It don't surprise me, I try to help niggas make better
But they ain't appreciate it, guess they'd rather stay back
In the ghetto
Well, oh well, if that's how you want it, nigga
Then go ahead but don't fuck with me
I'm up in this bitch like Michael Jackson
I wish they'd before I show the other side of me
(Leave me alone)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, that's how it be
Nigga gon' get violent but if my so called
Ex-friends wanna try me, bloody riot is how we like it
You all invited, get so heated, you'll feel the temperature risin'
So heated, we spit back flames, front page article
All the police could find of them bitches was particles
For fuckin' with me and I'm down to stand on the front line
To get wild, one of the first to get up and get down
Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside me
And then when I finally snap, nigga
I'm a fuck up your sister, your daddy, your mama
Your brother, if he want some drama, come on
Come on, come on
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born
Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
He said I be soon coming off the currency
I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
He said a condo beats my apartment
With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
I said word, I know and it bothers me
Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
How wicked man, seperated
a nation and got us cold-killin off one another
(Word-word, to the mother)
It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
Could this be the place marked X on the map?
Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
So I start to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're getting scarier
*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list
From not having shelter, and out on the street
without a job and days without a bite to eat
Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
about some more people that's living on the outside
Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
And it took em on a trip for a long day
Got to the point you started stealing from your house
Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
Your family's upset and you've got to go
When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
Then after you run that game for a while
You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
Why do you come to me crying the blues?
About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
Then you can get straight and be real
But you'd rather rob and steal
And that's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not wonderama
But I'm talkin bout drama
Here what I'm sayin?
I'm not talkin bout your mama
Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama
Shaolin fist versus the llama
Talkin bout drama
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
He said I be soon coming off the currency
I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
He said a condo beats my apartment
With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
I said word, I know and it bothers me
Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
How wicked man, seperated
a nation and got us cold-killin off one another
(Word-word, to the mother)
It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
Could this be the place marked X on the map?
Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
So I start to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're getting scarier
*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list
From not having shelter, and out on the street
without a job and days without a bite to eat
Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
about some more people that's living on the outside
Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
And it took em on a trip for a long day
Got to the point you started stealing from your house
Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
Your family's upset and you've got to go
When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
Then after you run that game for a while
You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
Why do you come to me crying the blues?
About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
Then you can get straight and be real
But you'd rather rob and steal
And that's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not wonderama
But I'm talkin bout drama
Here what I'm sayin?
I'm not talkin bout your mama
Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama
Shaolin fist versus the llama
Talkin bout drama
[Chorus: Letha Face]
If you don't want the drama, bust your gun
You don't want the drama, here I come
You don't want the drama
[Letha Face]
Top chrome spin, whirlwinds, microphone's bend
Some grown men, moan when they sold they soul to sin
Unfolded with thin lies, the aura to make the papermate fry
You escaped fate, watch the snake eyes
Pre-heat the oven guides, now watch the cake rise
Eight size gorillas in the background, clap rounds
Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds
Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound
Scratched out, names from the guest list, treacherous
Wreckless, the death kiss, die with a deathwish
Expect this, underwater flow to leave you breathless
My sentences structured to rupture your laser discs
Razors in my fist, swing til I can't swing
Do my damn thing, guns don't jam when I bang
[Kawz]
I went through concrete and bars, still hit the god damn tar
The love of money got me wanting the car
It's obvious that the game won't change, I still slang crack cocaine
Got a full plate in front of me
Son I gotta eat, no kids to feed
So I gotta cop something new for my feet
[Chorus]
[INF-Black]
Double tactics, smoke niggaz out like crack addicts
Face, pass it, I storm out wild, straight jurassic
My habits: drink liquor, smoke weed, get bent backwards
I play the lab, cuz I might spaz with ill fashion
Crashin' all ya M.C.'s rep and drop classics
Ya'll pretty boppin' get holes right your satan
It's peace and clackin', keep it dirty in the stashin'
You push me, homey, have your body layin' in Manhattan
Yeah, I'm from Staten, where the streets talk, the block listen
That's why I keep the gauge loaded 4/5 in the kitchen
Three eighty in my waist, I ain't playin' what I'm sayin'
Have your whole shit replaced, in broad day
So I keep it low, had to stop coppin' from Broadway
Ya'll phony niggaz know you to slow to face me
Get a taste of the young g, with the case of the Old E'
When I shave the goatee, from frontin' with me
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
It's time, to set it off, master of metaphors
You heard of this predator, Stoneface Skeletor
Knocked down for ten long yards, I'm still standin' tall
Ready for war, let it flow like the reservoir
Dough in my treasure drawer, spit out my cannon ball
Run for the embersole, yeah, I could handle ya'll
Verses got many more, damage any challenge or
Catch me splurgin' at the Virgin MegaStore
Strong arm the dance floor, what more can you ask for?
Dashin' bachelors, and let you fry the circuits
I die for a purpose, behind the iron curtain
I'm, puttin' my work in, at the same time the Earth spin
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Letha Face]
Yo yo waddup I know it's you
I had to run out and pick up a few things
If you get to the crib before I get back
You know what to do, the crib is yours
Oh yea I got a surprise for you, it's gonna be sweet
I gotta run, peace, I'm out, I love you
Well here I go in the night got the face rockin' on the sound
Got my phone in my hand
My baby hit me two times
I gotta hit her back, she says she's flyin' in tonight
See my baby's been gone for so long
She's back in town it's time to get it on
She told me she would meet me at my spot about eight
That gives me two whole hours to get my shit straight
I hit my place around six
It's almost time to see her, almost time to get my fix
I just can't wait to see my baby's face
She's not like all these others on the paper chase
She's the kinda girl that you wanna stay true to
There's nothin' that this girl wouldn't do for you, no
I think I hear her in my driveway
Open up the door and this is what she had to say
"I found someone to do what you used to
Boy, you thought you were deceivin' me with your infidelity
I found someone who really deserves me, and he's all I need"
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
How could you go and do this to me baby?
Since you hit town your had me runnin' around actin' crazy
And had I known you treat me this way
We had to swing this drama so another day, baby
This was your night the dream was on beepers on
My shit was tight you blew it baby now it's blown
And after all I done for you you messed around and blew the best thing
That ever happened to you baby
Now don't go and put this all on me
Since I left town you've been tryin' to run down
On every girl you see
I can't believe you do this to me
I heard about your friend with the red dress
Now why you wanna go and play a game you can't win
You didn't know she was my best friend
And now we're all up in your pockets for your Benjamins
I found someone to do what you used to
Boy you thought you were deceivin' me with your infidelity
I found someone who really deserves me and he's all I need
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
I found someone to do what you used to
Boy you thought you were deceivin' me with your infidelity
I found someone who really deserves me and he's all I need
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
Don't leave me baby, said I love you baby
It be's that razor-sharp nigger, when I'm flexing
Look here, thoughts be so deadly nigga pull your weapon
Everywhere I'm from niggas straight killas yo'
I'm talking bout' that N.O.C nigga, dig it yo'
We stay cocked, that East Bank to that West Bank, straight killas
And looka here nigga, thats on the reala
Now looka here, I'm giving you true game
If you can't believe, so boy dig this man
Nigga bringing drama,everywhere we come from
From the both sides of the twin banks don't run
I'm the you know one thing that's like that
You can't get away from the real shit, dig it black
That's drama
Nigga running hot on your block, for the hit
You can't stop that nigga, its drama
Nigga go and split your wig quick
Because they trying to get that money, dig
Thats drama
Nigga running hot on your block, for that hit
You can't stop, thats drama
Nigga bout' to split your wig kid
You can't stop that shit
Its drama
All my hoodlum niggas don't trip
Drama plagues my city like ebola, dig it
I wonder if that white man put the chip in your head
And every down Ward nigga end up dead
Man, what you have to prove, huh
You niggas are punks and sissies
Cause you don't fight, you bitches
See I'm trying to tell you bout' the drama, dig it
It can be indoors or outdoors, niggas still slang them Bolo's
Dog, them hands was the shit, but looka here that shit's past tense
Check it, you be shaking and tripping
When a nigga say it's on after school
You got butterflies in your stomach, dude
But look, that butterfly shit quit after the first lick
That's some bone rattling shit
When a nigga hand can break a nigga jaw,
a back, or break a nigga hip
That drama bitch
Nigga coming on your block for the hit
You can't stop that nigga, you dig it, thats drama
Nigga bout to split your wig kid,
Because he got to get that money, dig
Thats drama
[Hook:]
These haters, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Them boys, up in the game
They really don't want drama, drama no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no
[Billy Cook:]
These haters in the game, gon make me pop a vein
Hotter than four bowls of Mexican chili, on the top of a stove boiling mayn
These boys better save that drama, for they baby mama
Keep my name out your mouth, and watch what you say
I'm calling niggaz out one by one, two by two and your weak ass crew
You bring the best out of me, now tell me what you gon do
Peep the real and I peep the fake, load lyrical clips up in the AK
And I'm B.M.G. 1965, black T fitted cap and I'm certified
Always smiling, up in my face
Talking that shit, and I'm gon catch a case
Who's that going around, talking down on Billy Cook
Saying, that he ain't the truth in the booth
And he only sing hooks locally, and he ain't in the game
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.:]
These boys don't really want drama, put that on Pat and my mama
It's mash point period comma, I blow shit up like that boy Osama
Bin Laden boys be plotting, fuck around and you get shot'n
Fuck around and you'll get caught, and they'll be digging your burial plot'n
See H.A.W.K. don't play them games, don't mess around with no names
I cock back load and aim, and put a big hole in the ceiling your brain
That boy is off the chain, that boy is off the hook
That boy got the Southside shook, cause he finally did a song with Billy Cook
Got haters green with envy, that's just that Fat Pat in me
Them haters wanna know who we are, when they see you coming down in a brand new Bentley
Ask around if you in H-Town, they'll tell you I don't play around
They'll tell you that pound for pound, Big H.A.W.K. will make you lay it down
And to these messy girls, don't make me rock your world
I'll give you some'ing good, that's bound to make your toes curl
Have you chasing after nuts like a squirrel, baby girl I call it karma
You keep on giving me the good, but baby save the drama
[Hook]
[Meechie:]
Pull up on your block, in a all white Lac
With a all black mack, fully compact gat
Step back shake, them haters off my nutsack
I'm from the city, where the coke and the clutch at
Slug hair back, for the love of the game
Leave a hater face down, like the brother of Kane
Never think yours, that'll smother your brain
Lethal weapon like Glover, going out with a bang
Y'all don't want drama, with some mud city bangers
Cook/H.A.W.K. and Blow, now that spell danger
I'll send em in your house, all up in your hamper
Or leave your mama holding her heart, like Fred Sanford
Call me the dean, you can call me the champ
First school of hard knock, hold your kid for ransom
Keep playing with the fire, like go-go dancer
Keep a coat full of killers, like Charles Manson
[Hook]
The world is so dramatic.....
I can't believe
that we're still livin'
oh in this crazy crazy world
that I'm still livin'
with all the problems of the day
how can we go on
so tired of hearing people say how can we go on
fantasy people
make believe people
how can you go on
but you're still livin'
race relations, segregation, no occupation
world inflation, demonstration, miseducation
no celebration to celebrate your lives
listen people listen
lift up your hearts to GOD
lift up your soul
teach your children Wisdom
Reality today... so they can live tomorrow
I can't believe
that we're still livin'
oh in this crazy crazy world
that I'm still livin'
with all the problems of the day
how can we go on
so tired of hearing people say
how can I go on
fantasy people
make believe people
how can you go on
but you're still livin'
listen people listen
lift up your hearts to GOD
teach your children Wisdom
[Intro: Lil' Jon, DJ KaySlay]
[Lil' Jon]
Hey (hey!), what?! (what?!)
It's the motherfucking Drama King, KaySlay (yeah!)
Me, it's ya boy Lil' Jon, hey (hey!)
Let's go (ha!), what?! (what?!) what?!
Let's go (ha!), yeah, hey! (hey!)
Let's go (ha!)
[DJ KaySlay (Lil' Jon)]
A yo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama (drama!) King
Ain't nothin' but real (yeah) niggaz up on this track (what?) right here
A yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix
Like we back on the block in '86
[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
If my hood talkin' fake shit, what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!)
What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!)
In my face thinkin' "oh he hard!" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!)
Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!)
Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch, what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!)
Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!)
You better back up bitch before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!)
About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Niggaz sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B
You tellin' everybody out there all that dumb shit but me
Alright, you niggaz want it, I got it FUCK IT, it's his space (space)
Soon as I get the work from +Kay+, niggaz is gettin' +Slay+ed (slayed)
The 50 Caliber handgun, the Mack (Mack), the Glove (Glove)
Catch a nigga off the street, show his bitch-ass some love (bitch-ass some love)
Hoe, you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater
Give him 30 in his grill, feed his ass to the gators
Fuck him now, fuck him later, niggaz know cause niggaz seen it (seen it)
I'm gettin' my money now or get yo' bitch-ass between it (bitch-ass between it)
Rawer than Sushi and still swimmin' in the sea
I don't know how shit was but I know how shit is finna be (what?)
Killin' off the enemy, short stoppin' ya cuts (yeeah)
Cuttin' off ya supply cause now your connect workin' for us (okay)
Grab the thang and I'm a bust, I ain't scared to do the time
So if you wanna fuck wit us, best of have it on ya mind, nigga
[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
[Verse 2: David Banner]
KaySleezy, man it's easy, look, for me to go and bust
On pussy-ass niggaz who can't shut the fuck up
The Drama-Slap-Ya-Momma King and Mr. Mississippi
If it's problems come and get me man, I'll dump 150
Out the (A) K, blowin' my way, make his momma say, "oh my!"
Niggaz die, I roll around high
All the dro clicked out bustin' the .44
If ya really buck girl, then you slap that hoe
Knock her out
Bitch look, ya know what I'm about
Born fair
If ya real then put it in the air
Big guns, big funds and real big wheels
Go on hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill
Aw FUCK, David Banner is comin' out the cut
All I got in this world is my word and my nut - fuck nigga
[Lil' Jon talking] + (David Banner)
Yo we gotta let these (yeah) niggaz know what they gettin'
When they fucking startin' wit that bullshit
[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
[Verse 3: Baby D]
Motherfucker want it, get done up
Packin' heat out the summer
BLAOW! BLAOW! in the crowd
Now watch the crowd go ball
And this here (yeeah) about the clip and (hoe) they dug it (hoe)
And givin' blood up (come on)
I'm too fast for 'em
Mr. Potato (oh) Head (ooh), nigga then slid and mash on
Clash on 'em (yeeah), harass 'em (yeeah)
Flash 'em (yeeah) wit a full tank of gas
Then put this (oh) in ya ass
Wit acid (yeeah), without a reason (hoe) ain't leakin'
But (come on) how my tolerance is limited
Got 'em smokin' like chimney, leave ya body dumpin' like Jimmeny
You the enemy that envy me (hoe) it's a sin to be (come on)
Friends wit these niggaz who ain't kin to me
Family, countin' (ooh) the problems, when we jump off probably
Hard and he soft (hey), I was taught (hoe)
Uh, (come on) when you done wit 'em (what?), they better not be able to walk
Don't talk (yeeah) and let your answers speak for ya (for ya)
The block ain't hot until it boil
I love the block (yeeah) like hot pot did Donald Boyle (ooh)
I make bread on the soil
Wah wah one and one is two
We got a drama
I'm watching tv and I don't need you
Bring on the drama
I'll tell you something and you know it's true
You're full of drama
My piss is yellow and the sky is blue
W got a drama
Spare me
You're draining me
Wah wah one and two is three
Bring on the drama
There's something wrong yeah I agree
We got a drama
I'll tell you something that you're choking me
With all you're drama
Life stinks and the grass is green
We got a drama
Spare me, you're draining me
Draining me, draining me, draining me
You're draining me
One, two, fuck you
Spare me, you're draining me
Draining me, draining me, draining me
Fuck who, fuck you nigga [x4]
[Hook:]
Fuck who, fuck you nigga
(bring on the drama)
Fuck who, fuck you nigga
(bring on the drama)
Fuck who, fuck you nigga
(bring on the drama
I ain't barring nan nigga, and his mama)
[Mike D:]
Lay the fuck down, your blood done stepped down you sitting fat
Down South, with my dick in your mouth
Lil' Troy I'll whip your buns baby cuz, so come with it
Wet your friendly ass up, and watch this HK start zipping
Your boys look like a comma, when I come through dipping
Light up that whole block, when this Playa start spitting
Boy you get no love, playing tag-team snitching
Dump that boy in a ditch, and let him sleep with the fishes
Maybe in the streets, gon get a little vicious
We know you wired up, and got the FED's snapping pictures
We well up on our toes, do this thang not split us
I can't chill wit ya, so I guess I'll deal with ya
[Hook]
[Mr. 3-2:]
2000 popped off, and it's war in the streets
Friends turned enemies, the game don went deep
So ready I have my heat, for all you niggaz plotting
Pumps and AK's spray, when the cops start dropping
Southside body rocking, shit bout to get bloody
I'm on endo, and my drank still muddy
You hoe ass niggaz is funny guddy, bitch so take it like that
Cause I'm still wondering what happened, to my nigga Fat Pat
It's our way and respected these streets, and big heads
While snitches crossed the line us, and working with the FED's
In the sight of the infrared, now you marked for death
So be your ever fucking cool, you better watch your step
Love and go left, now the Boss got plex
I'ma bring the drama, and put your mama in a dress
Hollow tips to the chest, body wounds you dead
Should of watched what you said, now I got prices on your head
[Hook]
[Clay-Doe:]
Can't no motherfucker tell me bout drama, cause I lived it
Niggaz jumped off of that line, back in it
Toe to toe, I'll sneak a hoe and straight steal him
Bitches gotta accept the cards, that we dealing
Tired of these motherfuckers, talking down and grinning
Prop tint, represent expo spinning
First affiliation we see, slugs in him
Lord forgive us we sinning, street life we in it
That's the price you gotta pay, if you wanna stay independent
Four star Laf-Tex, ride gorgeous in it
If it's on come on nigga, let us know that it's on
Cause they know we ain't barring nan nigga, or his T-Jones
It's bitches out here helping FED's, set up or phone
For that I'm strapped, under your bed up at your home
Your orders, you so suck a fucking gang of dick
You better watch for the hit, and who you hanging with
[Hook]
[talking:]
Look out nigga it's on, Mike D is home nigga
It's official nigga, the war done just started nigga
You might as well get your pairs, and load em up nigga
Load your raggedy motherfuckers up
Cause it's on on sight nigga, and I ain't barring nan nigga and his mama nigga
You lil' snitch bitch, telling on every motherfucking rider here
You god damn K-Mart, Puff Daddy "Wanna be a Baller" motherfucker
You wanna be a baller so bad, motherfucker
That you told on everybody, get your lil' eighteen months
You lil' bitch, the war is on Laf-Tex riders nigga and it's on
Strugglin', lil niggas is hustlin'
Cops with the K-9 dogs they never muzzlin'
Buttons on apartment floors that we be buzzin' in
There's something real, someone in trouble and all the youngin' em
I'd kill for my youning' em, feel for the youngin' em
Tryin' to make a mill, to make a mill for my youngin' em
Something I'm discoverin', when we start to love again
That'll be the day we get some peace
But other than that there'll be niggas in the streets
Mad when it's the winter and niggas can't afford heat
When the baby want jordan's but daddy can't afford sneaks
Like what's more important, a pair of J's or the feast
He look at his girl, he gotta provide
It's cold in the house, it's hot outside
And I don't mean that in a weather sense
There's stupid niggas on the premises
Brothers tryin' to be hard headed and so they hella dense
4 year murder still nobody found no evidence
Gotta live your life cause all that other shit irrelevant
Caught up in the light will take your breath up out your [?]
I read about this way back, back in genesis
This is for the mothers holding baby's in they stomachs
Going crazy cause their lover is never there, and rubbers were never there
One less thing you never cared, you frontin'
You just cared about a nut or something
Well something up in your mind was tellin' you don't do it, it's too soon
Now you got a little daughter she'll be 2 soon
Plus a son up in your stomach he'll be due in June
And that father try to visit in a blue moon
It's safety still, life ain't a game it's real
From the finch to the jane get filled
To the park and the scarbs all the way through steels
Lifes hard, sometimes the cut it might scar
If you live past 18 years your lifes long
Thank god for livin', them bad times we livin' em'
Prayin' that the youth gets baptised I'm serious
Niggas stop selling them cap size, get serious
Need to stop tryna be that guy cause really it
Really ain't worth your soul, ain't worth parole or probation
Life gets more crazy, gotta keep fighting guarantee your gon' make it
Times it will get so deep you can't take it
God gotta be the only one you leave your faith with
Safe it, sacred, place in the safe or the basement
If something worth chasing then chase it
This a serious thing, nothing to play games with
Can't trust friends, some friends will bring hatred
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem
The Genius... Digi...
Sing it 'em to real quick, yo
Like to keep my head up to the sky
And ask myself, why, it has to be this way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And have, not to worry about
All the drama, I can't take
Cuz we strive for luxury
And try to feed our families
It always seems that someone seen our way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And have, not to worry about
All the drama, I can't take
I met a young brother, about 28
Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self motivation
Peace brother, whats your name? How you be?
(I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency)
You mean gettin' paid?
Yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother
You know a condo beats my apartment
With no lights, no gas and backed up rent
No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alley cat
(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty, he's like)
Word O.G. that bothers me
Plus I'm about to be a new father, G
(We need to wise up and change the hood policy)
Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man?
Why you not out there trying to make your own plan?
See we are a victim, of a situation
Where a wicked man, separated the nation
And got us killin' off one another
Black on black, they pit brother on brother
It's gettin' hot, hotter than July
See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky
(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot, so I'm thinking what)
Is your neighborhood a trap?
{Could this be the place marked X on the map?}
(And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery
So I strive to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area
Cruisin' for a bruisin',I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no playin'
My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin',the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week,I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,tonight it's their loss
Payback time,boy,life's the cost
Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof
They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof
I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right
Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights
Drama
Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
Copped another piece,hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police
Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
Got Alpines,Fishes,JVC's,
Motorola Phones,Sony Color TV's
Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze
Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights
Drama
4 in the morning,lights in my face
That's the time,you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?"
I stuck to my alias,I know the game
If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done
"You're just makin' this harder on yourself,son"
I know this shit by heart,I'm too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope,never"
Da reject all over his face
You see no confession,no case
Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin'
Son of a bitch-he was a snitch
Drama
Under I went,I caught a case and half
He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed
Now I'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro
I can't move until the man says go
A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing
I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain
Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks
Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
The joint is like an oven of caged heat
You're just a number,another piece of tough meat
Killers and robbers are all you great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
The lights dim-your life ends
You come from far away
looking for a place to stay.
No matter where you go
they say that you can`t stay.
You can`t decide what`s wrong or right,
frustration overcomes the pride.
You only want some sleep,
you only want to spend the night.
It is tragic to hope for magic,
it is tragic, so dramatic.
Yes, it is tragic to hope for magic,
it is tragic, so dramatic.
A stranded stranger masqueraded
noble gestures complimenting.
My sentiment, temptation`s hand,
I know you think you`re clever
since you tell me vivid lies
that I believe and then repeat to feel alright.
It seems like nothing mattered
to you or anyone
until one day it happened...
Yo yo waddup I know it's you
I had to run out and pick up a few things
If you get to the crib before I get back
You know what to do, the crib is yours
Oh yea I got a surprise for you, it's gonna be sweet
I gotta run, peace, I'm out, I love you
Well here I go in the night got the face rockin' on the sound
Got my phone in my hand
My baby hit me two times
I gotta hit her back, she says she's flyin' in tonight
See my baby's been gone for so long
She's back in town it's time to get it on
She told me she would meet me at my spot about eight
That gives me two whole hours to get my shit straight
I hit my place around six
It's almost time to see her, almost time to get my fix
I just can't wait to see my baby's face
She's not like all these others on the paper chase
She's the kinda girl that you wanna stay true to
There's nothin' that this girl wouldn't do for you, no
I think I hear her in my driveway
Open up the door and this is what she had to say
"I found someone to do what you used to
Boy, you thought you were deceivin' me with your infidelity
I found someone who really deserves me, and he's all I need"
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
How could you go and do this to me baby?
Since you hit town your had me runnin' around actin' crazy
And had I known you treat me this way
We had to swing this drama so another day, baby
This was your night the dream was on beepers on
My shit was tight you blew it baby now it's blown
And after all I done for you you messed around and blew the best thing
That ever happened to you baby
Now don't go and put this all on me
Since I left town you've been tryin' to run down
On every girl you see
I can't believe you do this to me
I heard about your friend with the red dress
Now why you wanna go and play a game you can't win
You didn't know she was my best friend
And now we're all up in your pockets for your Benjamins
I found someone to do what you used to
Boy you thought you were deceivin' me with your infidelity
I found someone who really deserves me and he's all I need
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
I found someone to do what you used to
Boy you thought you were deceivin' me with your infidelity
I found someone who really deserves me and he's all I need
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
I'm makin' my moves, I found someone new
And got no more love for you
Don't leave me baby, said I love you baby
The drama just goes on and on. Drama be just part of my life, life. It's been like that since I was born. Yes, I can run, but I can't hide. Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone. Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me.
Roll down-a my family tree with me. Keep flippin' the page to page--see nothin' but strugglers. I never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama. So I gotta drop my Pz, but I think way back in the day now, when Moms and Pops had my back. They stayed down and gave us a place to lay down. But then, then when the wind blew in, it threw in a crackpot. But lately, it's keepin' my people up off the hinges.
Can I get a witness baby? And I'm out the door, gots to go make me some money on my own. Somebody tell me now where we went wrong. God, bring my family back because they long gone. It's on. Now Pops don't even come around, but I know Pop's got problems. That's why your little nigga's still down with ya. But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin'. My sisters keep sayin' they hungry--gotta come up on some way to feed 'em. Big Will, Rod J, take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare. When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone. So bang bang, had to get down for my thang, swang with a me thugstas. Pump, we never did love ya. St. Clair struggler. Yeah, your hustla, baby.
The drama just goes on and on. Drama be just part of my life, life. It's been like that since I was born. Yes, I can run, but I can't hide. Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone. Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me.
I can't get away from all this drama surroundin' me, houndin' me, heavily comin' down on me. Drama been poundin' my brain, callin' my name. These demons, they seem to be followin' me, come in all shapes and sizes, enemies, my friends, it don't suprise me. I try to help niggas make better, but they ain't appreciate it. Guess they'd rather stay back in the ghetto. Well, oh well. If that's how you want it, nigga, then go ahead, but don't fuck with me. I'm up in this bitch like Michael Jackson, I wish they'd (leave me alone) before I show the otherside of me. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. That's how it be. Nigga gon' get violent, but if my so-called ex-friends wanna try me, bloody riot is how we like it, you all invited. Get so heated, you'll feel the temperature risin', so heated we spit back flames. Front page article, all the police could find of them bitches was particles for fuckin' with me. And I'm down to stand on the frontline to get wild, one of the first to get up and get down. Niggas ain't knowin' the
anger inside me, and then when I finally snap, nigga, I'm a fuck up your sister, your daddy, your mama, your brother If he want some drama, come on, come on, come on.
[Wild Son talking]
Yea yea
Wild Son, Wilson Ave
Shades of Brooklyn motherfuckers
Beatminerz, check this shit out here
Check it..
[Wild Son]
Columbus thought the earth was flat
I copped the map, to navigate on track
Reprocussions don't buy Black - false allegations
I rush through nations like some Haitians
Since my incubation I been destined for this paper
Timbs scraper, fly shape up, got my weight up
Laugh at haters, smack 'em now, kill 'em later
Small Soldiers, action figures in motion pictures
You read off scripts, and for the feds gave tips
Icebergs sank ships, Shades load up clips
Cock back the four-fifths then continue to spit {*two gunshots*}
Blow ya neck off, ya specs lost, respect black to the boss
Get those hands chopped off, for thinkin I'm soft
I'm quite well of course - many feet with this rhyme technique
Beat off the heat with an ear to the streets nigga
Word life motherfucker
Wilson Ave, handcock, Wild Son motherfuckers
[Wilson Ave]
Now you know what type of shit I'm on
I feed on the broke, the poor, and the weak-n-sore
I defeated all these tribes and the gangs
I'm that number one killa, DRAMA!
[Wild Son]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with this
Black mongol slave, Pastor Gray,
low c's and no feds, it's time to get paid
Hold the hand grenade with the pin in my mouth - issued army
So when you come to get me kill off everybody
Escaped from a trapped room, my hood is Beirut
The buds recruit, while all the guards, crackers was true
Good health and wealth, for cheddar cheese as green as dough melt
Some cried some died from the pain that's felt
Why fight? Why fuss? That's what the want from us
But if it's love that's lost, then there's no more trust
With that fake love, that cause to get your brain straight plugged
Gun held snubbed, seen your fams and gave 'em a hug
Did I see you? Nah, I wouldn't wanna be 'em
Sort as wounds treat 'em - deep in foundation
Best believe that's how I leave 'em
[Wilson Ave]
Ain't no cure for this - what I suffer from is mentally
I got drama with one, drama with these hoes
Shit I even got drama with this finger
And I'ma damn sure die with it, forever havin drama
Since birth I've seen it everywhere
New York, Houston, St. Louis, even Kansas City
What cha'll know about that
[Wild Son]
Competition, there is none, fuck with Black and get done
Pack guns, gat-lers, rockin all the latest fashions
You gotta love me, for being young, black, and hungry
Considered ugly, but since this money wanted to plug me
I keep it humble, speak to myself so call me Mumbles
Move some Buddu's, until the deez rush through
Or maybe touch you, cats wanted two from the crew
This shit is tense, you out the fence, you even lost one shoe
Ran a marathon even though the cops ass won
Shit was on, rapper we get it be gone
Meet you at the stash crib, twelve blocks from where you live
Don't say shit, even turn your wife and your kids
Daddy's on the run now, all alone with low reprise
No cries now, the way a real nigga gets down
Facin death, stealin somebody's life's called theft
Black know's best, this even go's for the opposite sex
No regrets, I did what I did, ah from the whip
Kids think sick, pack big shit, extended clips
Motherfuckers, yea yea
Get it all, bring it on what
[Wilson Ave]
There's three types of drama
One that gives drama, one that recieves drama
And one that watches drama
Sometimes the outcome you wouldn't believe
Don't sit there and front like you never felt it
Maybe just that the wrong nigga sent it
So when you find yourself afraid, frightened
Fearin for your life, pray I'm not after you
DRAMA!
[Wild Son]
Motherfucker, Shades of Brooklyn
Ya get caught, get'cha motherfuckin life tooken
Bitch ass niggas, Wild Son, Wilson Ave
You handcock homo, we hand water and rocks nigga
Sharper Side on the beats, ya heard
Love's a burning thing
Makes an old man sing
Burns you from within
And turns a bright face grim
Carves like meat your skin
Love takes back
Ship turns wreck
Crawls your back
And loses track
Why don't you
Fire your crew
Guide them through the wandering
You're a free ride
In a dead end street
Love's a burning thing
No way to extinct
Boil it to the brim but
Don't you wear that crown
Love will take you down
Love's a burning thing
Pour the gas to win
Light the match of sin
But just when you begin
Hate comes crawling in
All you'll get
Good or bad
Wipe the red
From your pale eyes
Lust and vice
Random highs
Overlooking skies
You're a blue bird
In a pitch black sky
Love's a burning thing
Burns you from within
Carving meat like skin if
You know where you've been
![Traditional Trøndelag house. The region's official theater is Trøndelag Teater, in Trondheim.[5] At Stiklestad in Verdal a historical play, The Saint Olav Drama, has been played each year since 1954, depicting the last days of Saint Olaf](http://web.archive.org./web/20121017011848/http://cdn6.wn.com/pd/bf/ea/9a107d71eef5ede46ef42d3c407b_medium.jpg "Traditional Trøndelag house. The region's official theater is Trøndelag Teater, in Trondheim.[5] At Stiklestad in Verdal a historical play, The Saint Olav Drama, has been played each year since 1954, depicting the last days of Saint Olaf")
