50 CENT - Drama Never Ends lyrics
rate me(Hook)
I get that gun, ya know that blow & bakin' soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, ya get the best of me
The drama's going to neva end, neva end
Keep thinking I'm playing
I know fo' sure I'll split yo mutherfucking head, ya get to testin' me
Ya call the cops & I get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's going to neva end, neva end
Keep thinking I'm playing
(Verse)
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em & chalk shit
I don't want to talk, say a prayer fo' my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make yo ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down wit it
I'll wave that choppa, hit yo whip & shake the ground wit it
Fuck wit N dot Bonepart, get yo ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, ya know war, ya know me then
I'll hunt ya like a great dane
Hit ya, hit ya like a freight train
Run off wit yo fake chains
I'll give ya muthafuckas sumething to believe in
Knife work yo lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Lil shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancing wit the wolves, fool, betta feed them
I feel fo' ya, ya ain't ready fo' the outcome
Nigga I'll get at ya all week wit the same gun
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Me, I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap fo' robberies with my lil 380
I'll make yo lil lady miscarry a baby
Ya leave the scene unseen when I get to tripping
Pistol whip yo head hard enough to blur yo vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, asking if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who ya gon' get
This is how it feels when ya squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
Ya got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit coming thru' the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a break deal?
(Hook)
