So Much Drama

Verse 1 *(Nik Nack)* Nik Nack is in the house for the four My niggas locked up, left a kilo.... it's good as sold Stole Gumbo pot creamery Rise to the top My limo even slide through on the late night for that high I wanna zoom-zoom, bumpin Luni-Tunes Candy paint K-5 Bitches I stay high Playa hate Callin me a balla, shot calla Cuz I'm slangin all the major weight Blam!! Close the door to my residence Po-po start searchin low, but found no evidence They tryin to wash me an our county like Downy Quick to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty Don't clown me Bitch!! Dike hoes wanna lick my clit But end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick Down fo my shit Tricks wanna get em up wit me Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked wit me But I'm out on you hoes Wit the 10 g belt The only thing I'm concentratin on is checkin my mail What the hell??!! what the fuck??!! Do you mean Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop Let yo nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped By everybody on the turf Oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on The first *(chorus)* x2 It's so much drama in the streets An I can't tell you why the funk be deep! Do you really know where ya going to An do you like the things that life is showin you?? Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* Fuck around an trust yo underfolks Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone Or this, niggas add dirt to the list Getaway clean But one wanna keep everything He gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post Tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke But here goes 5 g's an dubbs You can probably catch mo cuz I chop slugs Blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game wit no shame Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool (Why meee!!) Cuz that 5 g's he gave me was boo-boo Too much drama in the streets of the Oak Niggas will tell you what they want you to hear Not what you should know Instead of sellin mo cream Niggas is sellin mo dreams Lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends Now this is sumpthin that I don't understand Why the FUCK would that nigga Master P call himself the Ice Cream Man BITCH!! Don't you hear the muzik?? That's jankie as fuck He musta been Off the fluid, Niggas steadily tryin to take shit from the next man Don't playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand It's too much skrilla in the Land Fo niggas to be hatin Captian Savin I juss don't understand Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* Cuz when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind When I wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit They never woulda thought I'd be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. Ho's slobberin-obberin in The O. There's only one Mobb man, don't hop on the back of the Ice Cream Truck an get yo ass booted off I can't stand punks on a man hunt That destroy Lay low, cuz my four-four Will make yo ass glow, like Bruce Leroy (sho nuff) Since they bigga Many figga that I can't throw But they don't know about this bole-legged skinny nigga Mad because I'm foldin grip Plus rollin thick Still up on that late night loadin clips Holdin shit To myself Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health So save that gang-bang shit on somebody else Where I peep thugs Have drugs to sell you Don't fuck wit the L-U-N-I-Z that's what they tell you Peep the murder we wrote We roll wit C-Note an Noo-Trybe to fools slide At my show because I make the whole fuckin O hooride Slide to get the remedy M.D., Twamp, twamp Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like O.J., (slang-a-gang-of-caine) Like the Cubans They hate when I'm crusin Don't fuck around an get yo life ruined fool So take yo last look You get yo ass whooped Rolex took Cuz broke niggas make the best crooks You best look over your shoulder, highrolla Wit that cola, cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does No bluers or blunders We fed to head wit mo bread than Wonder An strapped wit a Mac-11 an go under *(chorus)* 4X