The Drama

[Intro: Prodigy] Fuck you thought? Fuck ya'll thought? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo, first off, fuck these niggas that think it's sweet I fucked their bitches, it's P You know that nigga, that spit that Mobb Deep, gangsta shit Got all kinds of beef, niggas want me hit But it's not going down like that, because I Can't let it go, won't let it, no Guns I let them blow, niggas get fold It's like clockwork, schooling these niggas how the Glocks work Show no fear, protect my wig, it's like field day I'm planting my flag Can't stop, P once he squeezing that Mac Can't stop death, there's no coming back But I respect your hustle dunn you tried your best But for right, now, in pieces you will rest [Chorus: Prodigy] The drama, we with that dig The drama, we bury that shit The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop, dunns drop Razor chops, basically [Verse 2: Prodigy] Basically it's no comp, niggas get stomped out So ill, your blood fuck my sneakers up dunn Ew, fuck them shits, I'll buy some new kicks You need a new face though Ya'll know the ratio, when it comes to that thumping Ya'll niggas losing every round though That's right, and I don't stop until them si-reens Be screaming up the blocks, and I murk off I'm outta here dunn I'm choking off green, you chocking on blood I'm sitting back, leaning, you laying down fucked up Tough luck, and if you come it be worse And I don't lie, well tell stories When the truth gonna reveal itself eventually, they'll test me Let's , see, how many licks for gun it'll be [Chorus: Prodigy] The drama, we with that there The drama, we bury that shit The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop, dunns drop Razor chops, basically [Verse 3: Prodigy] Ayo, niggas hating, me Because I blatantly don't give, a fuck Dunn my shit is major league You can't fake P, I'm a motherfucking menace Your woman got eyes for me, she getting with it She threw it at me, so I hit it She gets wet, like the pool when I'm in it And I dive all in it, know you hate to hear that Hurts dwelling on that, and now you want to flip [Verse 4: Twin Gambino] You talk alot of, shit Niggas don't want it with this four, fifth I got an extra clip for your man, so he ran Top speed into a pole, and broke his nose Niggas be shook like that Because you know the history of the first infantry How we used wet the spot with the black fully As a youngin', a bully Niggas didn't want it, we stay blunted Eyes, the color of blood We got respect in the hood, that's why the wolves show us love We bugged, a little bit, when it's on and shit Rest in peace to my niggas that be talking shit Word up...