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[Drama in the This... could be something big!

[Ludacris 1]
change the station,
I've impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the zone.
a war goin' on outside
And my people gotta paint they on.
Do what I do, And what I gotta do
Is and flip a dolla'.
Ain't got no
But I got a shelf of empty bottles.
Not an alcoholic but it,
Can the pain.
all my problems away
But still prayin' in name.
Tryna' turn our up,
And the government us down.
Now the gas is up,
And the is goin' down.
So the is comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood you,
Today or soon.
watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
And yo' side to side.
Betta' grab yo' gat, that blunt;
The streets gon' tonight.
And I'm just gon' it out,
'Til my date.
I go hard in the paint,
They softer paper plates.
way for the revolution,
And yes you be scurred.
one way or another...
My will be heard.

[Willie the Kid 2]
Show you the soldiers see:
Embassy, diplomacy,
Sick infantry,
at the cobra fleet.
Deploy shots, to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' a hair in half.
Body bags, like herrin,
When I'm airin', tear a in half.
Half Baked,
At the by the lake.
See the and white plates,
See the on the panel.
I may be oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.
Warfare fair,
Therefore, I need finer
grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.
I'm in medals,
Stripes a zebra.
And by the way, you niggas,
I like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," gramma',
Pop a camera -- man on rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah, Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,
Nigga a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.

Rhymes verse 3]
(During Kid's verse) In these times,
The economy got niggas
Of to make paper.
'Cause somebody accommodatin' niggas
Enough for they labor.
when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about
Ya' know he gotta' in to ya'.
when a nigga throw a ski mask on,
Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do shit to ya'.
Rollin' the dices a nigga that be strugglin',
Tryna' make it the crisis.
It just make him wanna' act up a little bit
To print new gas prices.
All this fuckery we got on,
it needs to cease.
How the hell is THAT ever, ever happen
When the of the dollar keeps decreasin'?
my hand in somebody's pocket
(Fuck that!) I keep eatin.
Speakin' for everybody in the like me,
We get it even if we cheatin'!
Breathin' hard, my is blown,
Tryin' not to get out my home.
But tryna' live when you know a broke
Is tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.
But I'm through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).
I do it for my kids and (Who!).
it to Barack Obama (Yes!),
Change is around the corna'.
Listen! You to keep our people sufferin',
All I gotta say is if you ease up this pressure,
I somebody gonna' pay!

[DJ outro]
Life, liberty, and the of happiness!
Pursuit,
See and every day we all get closer
To the meanin'.
Me, myself? I always my own path
And now I here to motivate!
"To be heard" to say something of value.
So I make my Life,
My liberty,
And everday, my pursuit.
about you?
Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG