Drama

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at?

Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit, man?

Two pulls of that shit—nigga start gettin paranoid and shh

Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga!

Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?

Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

It was the night before he got popped

Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot

Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth

Next to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a game

I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep

Lil niggas bussin off they punk heat

I'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys

But I ain't wettin that

I don't wanna send nobody back, violate me, take a nap

Promise you got something lord that will honor you

Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe

But back in the kitchen Pyrex's

Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests

86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ????

To them that's natural actual play the squib God we gettin at you

And we don't want to rap to you

It's not Kosher

It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer

Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over

Hoping you fall for the bait thinking you safe

Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes

I want the ones nigga you non believers you can ask your momma

Now that's drama

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Dollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laser

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

Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the 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 way say that's your word you bird

I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway

Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay

Nice play just too bad it's your last

Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass

So watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games over

Faggot nigga hopped in a Liberty fake Range Rover

I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40

Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story

Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him yay

This had to be his most unlucky lucky day

2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there

Acting like my tires need air

He closed the gas cap too many things going his way

So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but hey

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

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

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

Look left and see partner I hit the stash blokka

[Verse 3: The Game & Joell Ortiz]

Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal? (Now that's drama)

Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel

Is it real realer than Pittsburgh steel

Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils

Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on

Fully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on

While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon

Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on

Fiends love me like a Drake song

Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long

Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos

Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos

Niggas steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera

Niggas steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta

Take your New Era off and reveal

The faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeled

Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril

That'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill

Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill

Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real

Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson

It's 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons

Top 10 how the fuck you gonna forget Compton

Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in

I started soowoo I'm the reason for that 5 shit

Came in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shit

Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit

Naked pictures R&B bitches all in my Sidekick

How I be killin the pussy should be a hate crime

Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime

Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes

All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine

I son niggas like it's day time

Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines

Smooth as a baby's ass and I got that Baby cash

Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had

Motherfucker