Intro (feat. Lil Wayne)

I heard somebody say, Drama, where you been at?

I said, you ain't been paying attention to the game?

My DNA is everywhere

So please remind these ****

Kiss more, care less, bare chest tattoos

Big chain, fat jewels, coupe on Shaq shoes

That dude bad news, rob, hijack, cool

Black heart, black tool, crack on that spoon

Crack on that spoon, backbone don't bend

Them shoot at Tune, that boy don't flinch

I don't shoot back, I pay for that hit

And wait for that call that say, we caught that fish

Homeboy got life, slap on that wrist

We 'bout to start puttin' price tags on them bricks

Kidnap wifey, get facts from that bitch

My bitch hyphy, relax on that dick

Shake hands with killers, break bread with homies

Not with these hoes, that's a threat not a warning

I'm a pimp under pressure, got the Smith & the Wesson

Got the A and the K, tell them **** to spell it

I'm the shit and the urine, smell and whiff and inhale it

Quick to snap in a flash and get that picture developed

I cut your head off and wear it, I break your legs, get to steppin'

She sucked the red of her cherry, bandana red, Bloody Mary

I smoke a blunt in the mornin', I smoke a blunt after that

I give some bread to my homies, I don't want none of it back

I wear the crown when I sleep, I wear the crown when I fuck

I tear it down when I fuck, I read the Bible at 1

I play the hand that was dealt, I got a deck full of aces

I gave birth to your style, I need a check for my labor

I need a TEC with a laser for the hecklers and haters

I ain't sure about Heaven, I need a recommendation

Yeah, incarceration with molesters and rapers

Late at night in they cell, hear them confessin' their prayers

I'm a professional player, intellectual player

It's about a ton a piece for the testicle weighers

Undetectable sprayers, make a mess like some crayons

Dead men can't talk and to heck with a séance

Be expectin' the chaos, be expectin' the chaos

Young Money, motherfucker, we expect you to pay us

I'm gone

Dependin' on how I'm feelin'

This might be the last time I tell you ****

It's about the quality

It's about the streets

Most importantly

It's about the music

DJ Drama

Volume 2

Oh, yeah

I'm still here

Don't you ever forget

Suckas