Stress Builds

[Chorus - Bizzy Bone] If all the drama thats goin on If all the drama drama If all the drama thats goin on Pop pop pop Where the stress builds in your mouth.. [Verse 1 - Capo] In the mist in the darkest nights Sparkin off the highest flights And project buildings blastin civilians But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown Amongst animals, to the half of you Understand the mindstate of the most official I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not Fuck a cop with the blood clot, buck 'em until they holla We gon let it rain like we were launched With Tommy-gon-monsta rockets These (?) niggas die by crashes of crimson tide Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized It's live baby, and notch yo strip with fo-fives Crazy drama get solved with fatal bye-bye's babay [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone] Drama's runnin up on ya When I coming round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana Gawd, full of forty, got me searchin for the telly Takin to my celly, put out the order Tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly Ain't you ready? If the world should end again, I don't really wanna But I'm gonna be ready for the end And back ta drama, and if you really wanna You can date it right back to the beginning Now who's the fillin villain of karma Orginal militant, marchin in armours Gat-town, Gat-town, Gat-town... And comin out the kitchen, .30 ammunition Runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window My gun bustin bustin and bleedin some ass Bleedin from glass Tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast' Through the alleys in a beat-up Malley To the riots in Pelican Bay Where the fellas say buck-buck-buck everyday [Verse 3 - Big B] Floss mode, for my people Got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be Layed back, fucked up on hennesey Bitch you know me Dem diggin, daggin everythang Now how the fuck am I gonna get rich? Cuz lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch Hide this bitch, hoppin in the vans with bizzy Promise you won't say shit Sing, for the (?) Yes, I believe in god Run up in his corridoor Homeboy you gotta die Meet your maker, never no faker I grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine That nigga performed, pressed yo girl! See? Rap her soul