Drama by Ghostface Killah
Aiyyo, where the fuck is that blunt at?
Where y'all niggaz hoggin the shit man?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin paranoid and shh
Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga
Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped
Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep
Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin that
Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records
Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?}
Benatar rockin some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born
'til then they snatch you, axe you
Play the squid-ad, we gettin at you
And we don't wanna rap to you, it's not kosher
It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya
I get a lil' closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
Hopin you fall for the bait, thinkin you safe
Have that ass sweatin like T.D. Jakes
I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your momma
... Now that's drama
Uhh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper, glock with the laser
Tryin my best not to pop yet but the drop is major
Shot my lil' cuz, I do my art to favor, watch this
I never been this itchy, hope these cops just
get a doughnut urge and just splurge, you got the nerve to play third?
In a softball tournament round my waist, yeah that's ya word
You bird, I'll put your beak on the curb but anyway
Looks like a good game, the pigs ain't leavin so I'ma lay
Nice play, just too bad it's your last
Couple bundles of D, and 200 cash that sat you in the grass
I watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the game's over
Faggot nigga hopped in the Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
Palmin on a 40, broad day I'm tryin to dodge a cover story
Look like he stoppin for gas, I'ma pluck 'em, yay
This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day
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