Drama Never Ends

I get that dirt, you know that blow and bakin' soda be the recipe

For sure I make that .40 cali' blow, you get the best of me

The drama's gonna never end, never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

I know for sure I'll split your motherfuckin' head, you get to testin' me

You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me

The drama's gonna never end, never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit

That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em in chalk shit

I don't wanna talk, say prayer for my enemies

Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory

Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it

I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it

Fuck the N dot, Bonaparte, get your ass blown apart

Hip-hop's Napoleon, you knew war, you know me then

I'll hunt you like a great dane

Hit you, hit you like a freight train, run of with your fake chains

I'll give you motherfucker's somethin' to believe in

Knife work your longs, I'll make it hard to breathe in

Little shit could be a big enough reason

You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them

I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome

****, I'll get at you all week with the same gun

I get that dirt, you know that blow and bakin' soda be the recipe

For sure I make that .40 cali' blow, you get the best of me

The drama's gonna never end, never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

I know for sure I'll split your motherfuckin' head, you get to testin' me

You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me

The drama's gonna never end, never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

Me, I punch every **** first I had a fight with

Maybe it's genetics, momma made me like this

Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy

Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long

Big strap for robberies with my little 380

I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby

Leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'

Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision

What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank

Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks

Every clique I'm in my clique, ****, I run shit

I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get

This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson

When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression

You got to go to work on a ****, the red shit comin' through the

Shirt on a ****, my gift to a gravedigger

I get that dirt, you know that blow and bakin' soda be the recipe

For sure I make that .40 cali' blow, you get the best of me

The drama's gonna never end, never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

I know for sure I'll split your motherfuckin' head, you get to testin' me

You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me

The drama's gonna never end, never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'