Drama

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, where the fuck is that blunt at? Where y'all niggas hoggin the shit man? Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin paranoid and shh Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] It was the night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep Lil niggas bussin off they punk heat I'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back, violate me, take a nap Promise you got something lord that will honor you Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests 86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ???? To them that's natural actual play the squib God we gettin at you And we don't want to rap to you It's not Kosher It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes I want the ones nigga you non believers you can ask your momma Now that's drama [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Dollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laser Trying my best not to pop yet but the drop is major Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this I never been this itchy hope these cops just Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play third In a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass So watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games over Faggot nigga hopped in a Liberty fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gass I'm a pluck him yay This had to be his most unlucky lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there Acting like my tires need air He closed the gas cap too many things going his way So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but hey I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner I hit the stash blokka [Verse 3: Game] Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal? Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on Fully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera Niggas steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta Take your New Era off and reveal The faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeled Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril That'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons Top 10 how the fuck you gonna forget Compton Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in I started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 shit Came in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shit Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit Naked pictures R&B bitches all in my Sidekick How I be killin the pussy should be a hate crime Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine I son niggas like it's day time Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines Smooth as a baby's ass and I got that Baby cash Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had Motherfucker