Drama

Drama (Explicit) - Ghostface Killah

Aiyyo where the f**k is that blunt at

Where y'all niggaz hoggin the sh*t man

Two pulls of that sh*t ni**a start gettin paranoid and shh

Get your f**kin get your feet off my f**kin table ni**a

F**k you think you at home with your cheap fur on

Sh*t look like it 'bout to bite somethin and sh*t ni**a

Yo yo it was the night before he got popped

Big jars of haze Cheech & Chong bong in the spot

Tropicana strawberries diced bananas

The long dookie fifth next to the Town House crackers

Mad noise 2008 a G a game

I'm ridin on in the love seat sunk deep

Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat

I make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys

But I ain't wettin that

I don't wanna send nobody back violently fakin that

Promise you got somethin Lord that'll honor you

Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe

But back in the kitchen Pyrex's

Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records

Hard vest-es '86 ga-ga John

Benatar rockin some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born

'Til then they snatch you axe you

Play the squid-ad we gettin at you

And we don't wanna rap to you it's not kosher

It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya

I get a lil' closer

Rock you to sleep like I got these lil' b**ches come over

Hopin you fall for the bait thinkin you safe

Have that a** sweatin like T D Jakes

I want the ones ni**a you non-believers you can ask your momma

Now that's drama

Uhh dollar icey from papi with the scraper glock with the laser

Tryin my best not to pop yet but the drop is major

Shot my lil' cuz I do my art to favor watch this

I never been this itchy hope these cops just

Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you got the nerve to play third

In a softball tournament round my waist yeah that's ya word

You bird I'll put your beak on the curb but anyway

Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leavin so I'ma lay

Nice play just too bad it's your last

Couple bundles of D and 200 cash that sat you in the grass

I watch the teams line up shake hands guess the game's over

Faggot ni**a hopped in the Liberty fake Range Rover

I'm on his (Tail) like Sonic lil' shorty

Palmin on a 40 broad day I'm tryin to dodge a cover story

Look like he stoppin for gas I'ma pluck 'em yay

This had to be his most unlucky lucky day

Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there

I'm actin like my tires need air

He close the gas cap too many things goin his way

So I just cash that y'all probably think I'm buggin but hey

I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't goin nowhere

I went home switch gear went out and grabbed me a beer

Ten drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper

Look left and see partner I hit the stash BLAKA

Now that's drama

Who the f**k you think you is Ron O'Neal

Tat-tat what the f**k when that 9-milli peel