Get Retarded

[Jim Jones]

Uhh, okay, y'all know what this is

Jim Capo nigga, we back on this motherfucker

Drama King, drama game, bird caine

DipSet, Diplomat - y'all know what it is

Exclusive nigga, for the streets

Harlem, stand up, Eastside representers

You know what it is, check it

Passed my hood throwin weed out the window

Half my hood they be out the window

Tell KaySlay throw the key out the window

I parked in front so I can see out the window

Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the side

So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride

Better yet like pilots we fly

Trust me you be flyin all high

Like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds

And we bump the birds but "mums" the word

Word, word - man bird gang

I thought you heard mayne

But hold on holmes, I be rollin stones

Rocked up like a rollin stone

Blocked up and I hold the chrome

Pop up I will blow up homes, DipSet, he know it's on

Yeah, it ain't even fair

I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him there

Just bleedin there, no breathin air

Just leave him there 'til police get there

Whoo! That's my kind of work

Fucked up buletproof liner shirt

Then we grind the work, all kind of work

We watch po-po, they tryin alerts

Fuck that dough, they dyin of thirst

Huh, so we cop it and fry it

Chop and divide it, toppers supply it

Yeah - hit the block and he try it

Yeah - watch the cops when they eye us

Yeah - you know our block starts riots

[Hook 2X: Jim Jones, Juelz Santana]

If it's drama we can start it

Start the drama, get retarded

Grab the llama, load the cartridge

Turn yo' ass into a target

If it's drama we gon' start it

If it's problems we gon' solve it

Big revolvers, you the target

Load the hammers, load the cartridge

[Juelz Santana]

I pop hoes and greet ya, nachoes and cheese ya

Send vatos, choppos and Cabrónes to meet ya

They pop yo' top slow, Pablo and leave ya

I got dough, papo or chop low flaminga

I got hoes, papo that lock load the finger

So all the broads now all across town

All aboard now, let's all get all down

Yeah, on the floor now, lower your drawer down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - I know you thir-STY!

I'm a gorilla case, Harlem's my villa place

Nigga what, nigga wait - get it what, get it straight

Nigga, get it fucked, get the eight

Get it up, in your face

Yeah, nigga what, nigga HEY!

That's how my peeps roll, that's how the streets go

That's street code, G roll, we KNOW!

Man, the boy gets busy, that's for sure fo' sheezy

The boy the busiest, all the rizzy of RAP!

[Hook]

[Twista]

I gotta cock and load, finna pop these hoes

Kill a motherfucker let the Glocks explode

Come up on a corner servin rocks and blows

Get the millimeter gotta rock and roll

Gotta hit him with the heaters in the heart

And I hurt him with the hollows every time I heard he come around here

If you don't want the drama get up off the tip

I'll be the only motherfucker servin dubs and the pounds here

It ain't shit for me to throw them thangs

If a nigga try to go inside, I come breakin him off

Catch you slippin with the shiny rings

And ain't no need for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off

Catch him open when I'm kickin in the do'

Shoot up on the ceiling then I get him on the flo'

Take yo' cash, take yo' dro

Mac-11 rugers and a forty-fo'

Get your killers, you better go get your gangstas

Better go get your hustlers, better go get your riders

Better go get your - motherfuckers that'll handle that biz

Kill a nigga even if they gotta do a bid

Dress up like chicken when I pull you with a wig

Take away your mothers and they kidnapped kids

Shoot at us then it's tit for tat

We the niggas that be known to hit a lick for scratch

Makin money puttin workers on the tit with packs

Don't want no drama with the honorary Diplomat

I got a - Desert Eagle and a pocket full of shells

Opposition hangin on a tip, make confetti galore

Thinkin I'mma let they pockets swell

It's murder when I'm fillin up the clip and I'm ready for war

Goin through bodies and drillin the wall

Dead 'em so quick then you be feelin the fall

I'm makin sure that my enemy blood's fillin the halls

When the Twista got static, I'll be killin them all

Cause that's drama mayne..

[Hook]