Uhh, okay, y'all know this is Jim capo nigga, we back on this Drama king, drama game, Caine Dip set, diplomat know what it is nigga, for the streets Harlem, stand up, side representers You know what it is, it
my hood throwin' weed out the window Half my hood be out the window Tell Kayslay the key out the window I in front so I can see out the window Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we yet like pilots we fly Trust me you be flyin' all Like a bunch of birds and we dump the And we bump the birds but "Mums" the
Word, word man gang I you heard Mayne But hold on Holmes, I be stones Rocked up like a stone Blocked up and I the chrome Pop up I will blow up homes, dip set, he know on Yeah, it ain't even I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him Just there, no breathin' air Just leave him 'til police get there
Whoo! my kind of work up bulletproof liner shirt Then we grind the work, all of work We watch po-po, they alerts Fuck that dough, dyin' of thirst Huh, so we cop it and fry it and divide it, toppers supply it Yeah hit the and he try it Yeah watch the cops when eye us Yeah you know our starts riots
If drama we can start it Start the drama, get Grab the llama, the cartridge yo' ass into a target If it's we gon' start it If problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers, you the Load the hammers, load the
If it's we can start it the drama, get retarded Grab the llama, load the Turn yo' ass a target If drama we gon' start it If problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers, you the the hammers, load the cartridge
I pop hoes and ya, nachos and cheese ya Send Vatos, and Gablones to meet ya pop yo' top slow, pa blow and leave ya I got dough, papo or chop low I got hoes, papo that load the finger
So all the broads now all town All aboard now, let's all get all Yeah, on the now, lower your drawer down Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know you thir-sty I'm a case, Harlem's my villa place what, nigga wait get it what, get it straight Nigga, get it fucked, get the Get it up, in face
Yeah, what, nigga hey That's how my peeps roll, how the streets go street code, G roll, we know Man, the boy gets busy, for sure fo' sheezy The boy the busiest, all the of rap
If drama we can start it the drama, get retarded Grab the llama, load the Turn yo' ass into a If it's drama we gon' it If problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers, you the Load the hammers, the cartridge
If it's we can start it the drama, get retarded Grab the llama, the cartridge yo' ass into a target If it's drama we gon' it If it's problems we solve it Big revolvers, you the Load the hammers, load the
I gotta cock and load, finna pop hoes a motherfucker let the glocks explode Come up on a corner rocks and blows Get the millimeter rock and roll Gotta hit him with the heaters in the And I hurt him with the hollows every time I heard he come around If you want the drama get up off the tip I'll be the only servin' dubs and the pounds here
It shit for me to throw them thangs If a nigga try to go inside, I come him off Catch you slippin' the shiny rings And ain't no need for you to get dramatic on 'em off Catch him open when I'm in the do' Shoot up on the ceiling then I get him on the Take yo' cash, yo' dro Mac-11 and a forty-fo'
Get killers, you better go get your gangstas Better go get hustlers, better go get your riders Better go get your that'll handle that biz a nigga even if they gotta do a bid Dress up like when I pull you with a wig Take away your mothers and they kidnapped
at us then it's tit for tat We the that be known to hit a lick for scratch Makin' money puttin' on the tit with packs Don't want no drama with the honorary I got a desert eagle and a full of shells Opposition hangin' on a tip, make confetti Thinkin' I'ma let pockets swell murder when I'm fillin' up the clip and I'm ready for war
Goin' through and drillin' the wall Dead 'em so quick then you be feelin' the I'm makin' sure that my enemy blood's the halls When the twista got static, I'll be killin' all 'Cause that's Mayne
If it's we can start it Start the drama, get Grab the llama, the cartridge Turn yo' ass into a If it's drama we gon' it If it's we gon' solve it Big revolvers, you the Load the hammers, load the
If it's drama we can it the drama, get retarded Grab the llama, the cartridge yo' ass into a target If drama we gon' start it If it's we gon' solve it Big revolvers, you the Load the hammers, the cartridge