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Drama

[ VERSE 1: Danzini ]
Billy Danzini is known to the world as a lord
more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together
Real niggas do real things, so mean whatever
You was warned before you
So I ain't to blame for your ass being out the frame
I get nuts off beef occur
All I'm askin ya, is, are you for the massacre?
If you want it, then you can get it,
you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come your boys and roll with force
No need for your vest, cause I in it for your chestboard
my peoples that's real: Get your steel
Nigga slipped up, so up and meet me on the hill
Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the
Danzenie will never have it, that's why I keep my
In case I run into some
Search all night, for the gun fight
Troopin dust to dawn, ready to get it on
Creep the town, checkin out the scene
Index finger on the trigger of my serve
So don't ever harass me, or put past me
Cause you'll be the next I blast, gee
caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ VERSE 2: Fame ]
Which one of you bitch is ready to start static?
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him it!
Clack-clack-pow, him down somethin sweet
Cave in his chest, put him to on the concrete
M.O.P.'s to hurt a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga with the Brownsville Sluggers
niggas game, and I spot it
When I pack out my muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody play
Shit jump off, and I that ass off broad daylight
Instead of a hurtin me first
I put that in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
guys come with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I the beef like the meat man
Put him away, send his ass to
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
Me and my peoples got all types of
12-guage shot guns, nines, and Macs
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44
To set it off and let the loose
Put up your and we can rumble
But if I'm in trouble
Then I'ma bust a nigga like a
See, the that I roll with, they don't run
Niggas use every muthafuckin in a gun
Son, we'll bring the terror to your
Pump em up, dump em off, and that go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's drama I send em to the
Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the lord