Drama Time

Chorus (Fiend):<br><br>Watch me hit `em! Watch me lit `em!<br>Unh, unh,<br>Watch me hit `em! Watch me get `em then my nine split `em!<br><br>(2x)<br><br>First Verse (J-Dawg):<br><br>I done more dirt than a lil`,<br>But still,<br>Gotta feel for the 1-8-7,<br>And once you get done <br>then I`m on the run with a naked gun like Mr. Drebin,<br>I`m tellin` you niggas to watch your back,<br>I peel more caps than a jap take pictures,<br>A nigga that be down to get wit`cha when I be livin`up off the liquor,<br>I figure the bigger the cap, <br>the bigger the blood stain is on the black top,<br>I get fat props when the gat pop, as I try to close that flat top,<br>I stick around til` you black out, hit the back route,<br>Duckin` po-po`s,<br>One time can`t identify, because I`m dressed in hoe clothes,<br>But even Bo knows what a strap does, when I stash mine in a stash box,<br>No weapons or witnesses drop the case or get that ass dropped,<br>Mr. D-A, you want a replay? How the G play, with some fucked nerves,<br>My nine strap be buckin` as I`m stalkin` through the suburbs,<br>Can`t stop what you don`t understand, told you fool I`m loced out,<br>Shoulda broke out, your life ain`t worth a dime when I get smoked out,<br>The ghetto`s where I dwell, dumpin` shells up out the window,<br>Smokin` indo, get lit and treat my homies like my kinfolk,<br>I been loced since day one, I`m true to self and that`s all,<br>I pass you like a fastball,<br>When it`s last call for alcohol,<br>Drink hennessey like a fish, piss me off and it`s your final down,<br>Fully automatic makin` you bitch-made niggas bow down,<br>What I found now,<br>Is that life ain`t nothin` but time to try and come up,<br>Wanna be round to raise my son up,<br>Ain`t about to put my gun up,<br>Run up nigga you get done up,<br>Blazin` a blunt, so when I come duck,<br>Lyin` about you murdered niggas knowin` you ain`t done fuck,<br>You punk bitch<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Second Verse (Threat + J-Dawg):<br><br>(Threat)<br><br>As I bails through the swamp I see faces of death,<br>All my partners gettin` broke off with no traces left,<br>Break yourself, see me, unloadin` with the glock nine,<br>Refuse to stop crime,<br>So it`s sin though, through your nostril,<br>Pump on that afro and away bitch I dumps off,<br>Clothes off, there`s a two eleven in progress so I just,<br>Gets gone in the wind with my papers,<br>Capers,<br>And pull full time since I pulled my first nine,<br>Stick up another victim,<br>Cop, before I kick up,<br>Dust, bust the two while the seventeen fled the scene,<br>Blaze the sack, my mind reacts,<br>To jack mode,<br>Road to riches, squeeze glocks to need not,<br>My nine to five is homicide,<br>It`s do or die,<br>Me and niener be tag teamin` like Bonnie & Clyde<br><br>(J-Dawg)<br><br>M-I-S-T-A J-Dawg L-O-C nigga you can`t see this,<br>I be this, NIG-ER-RO that`s been locin` since the fetus,<br>I`m comin` up on the quick fast, I`m lovin` this life I`m livin`,<br>I`m givin` no nigga no time to bust back,<br>I`m quick to peel your cap, I`ll fill your lap,<br>Would`ve spilled your naps and left you open like a liquor store,<br>Reachin` for niener but comin` up short `fo you could get the hoe,<br>Now hit the floor and bleed as I proceed to open your chest up,<br>Let`s check guts, who`s next up?<br>To get wet for tryin` to flex nuts,<br>I`m penetratin` your kidneys, don`t get soft you`re coughin` up blood,<br>I`m tossin` up slugs, <br>you ain`t tough enough so I`m fuckin` up your Kool-Aid jug,<br>I watch `em tote you like a book bag,<br>Put the clip in the Mac <br>and the zip in the sack and they haul your bitch ass <br>off with your foot tagged, fool,<br>Anybody killa, graveyard filler,<br>Cap peeler,<br>Glock clamped tight,<br>For life is what that Camp like