(kokane) Ah yeah...
(spice 1) Murder is a of the game and the jealous got me strapped nappy sack, sick homies who got my back Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin brains Me and my feelin bail up in the hooptie With the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the Wavin techs up in the air machine-gun kelly I all my partners to bail up out the bucket One raised the clout and the gettin ducked quick Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight shots Droppin got them shakin like they cop Ski skirt clout down the street With his player partner beatin up at niggas up in the other seat I myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me singin like whitney they wanna fit me With a full metal jacket, but don't get me Not one bullet my body, not even nick me We rushed my homie to the nearest carsa But it's too late he all felt like a pop sickle (damn!)
(chorus kokane) Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in drama, yeah! I don't a fuck about you As long as the don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
(spice 1) We shipped spot for homicide, heat emergency go perform my own open heart surgery Because my partner shouldn't like that We gotta show my homie and get them busters back So we through the ghetto lookin for revenge But we can't find a soul, fools talkin us gettin cold Behold a chevy with gold Could these be the headers who made my look like swiss cheese musta turned the lights off and let's get closer Don't let em see you pull your down, pull out the dullja's With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin fo' suckers in a dutch The midnight don't stop so if you get some dirt They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta We ain't no suckers, we doin it john gottie We left them fools in the parkin lot open bodies
(chorus kokane) Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to me Got me up in this drama, yeah! I give a fuck about you As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me up in this drama, yeah!
(spice 1) We built up out the scene with out a People the police but that's all they can do We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse We regulatin in the ghetto with force And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the Cause if you your family count will get decrease Up in the game them gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters Try their pager, jealous you livin major Hit me on my pager, as a razor And suckers who don't feel me, get the red And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang But get snatched out their range
(chorus kokane) Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me up in this drama, yeah! I don't a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my Got me caught up in drama, yeah! gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me Got me caught up in drama, yeah! Now I give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my Got me caught up in drama, yeah! Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me up in this drama, yeah! Now I don't a fuck about you As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me up in this drama, yeah! Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't a fuck about you, yeah gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me up in this drama, yeah!