drama is real

drama is real

like not wakin up

i'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust

your mouth is on shut

your emotions are hidden

for you to handle your business

you are more than driven

if you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop sign

everytime you spotted they call it shot time

not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands

you important if a bullet hits

injure your plans

this is not an adventure

but a full-time duty

if you seen how niggaz hit the club

they pullin out uzis

sometimes bruisin and grazin

mostly takin

no more sleep for the shooter

no more of that hangin

no mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus

no mo' smokin with the homies

no mo' late night clubs

cause the victim

is ready to stick him like a mousetrap

i'm 'bout to rap

you better be 'bout peepin out cash

if there's blood on my nikes i done murdered a nigga

if the stash spot smokin i done murdered a nigga

san quinn got a hurt for the nigga

it get worser for niggaz

we take this beef shit further than niggaz

streets are shady

the game got curtains for niggaz

all-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz

have your whole family cryin a river

we'll murder you niggaz

we take this beef shit personal nigga

i ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet

i'm the realest since i came in the game on kam back

rest in peace to mausberg

gotta live with that

keep the m2 on my hip

i live with that

eat with that

sleep with that

come get me

four-fifty put somethin through your son easter basket

six in your truck

get you each a casket

put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage

a wife right here

see if she can weave through traffic

everybody gotta die

when the beef is active

if you know game

you know i'll never give free passes

but i give choices

how you want it

metal or plastic

life is real

pedal to traffic

no spots on my tail

cops on the payroll so me and quinn live well

and i can still get a nigga the hill

your bitch as well

shotgun got mo' punks than shells

see the escalade got 'em runnin downhill

snowball niggaz

we throw vapors out of truck windows

blow our figures

suede corners out the sunroof

the fifth or the ruger

broad daylight

blow the windows out of your cougar

move in the s5

plus my

leather dust fly

spark up a dutch

game put niggaz in a coffin too much

turn niggaz kids into orphans too much

in god we trust - nah

keep the fifth close like starsky & hutch

your daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck

but so what

blow the dutch

southpaw bust out your whole fronts

have you eatin soup for months

broken jaw

lick your shit out of straws

i guess i got that same ol' harm

i ain't for play

the game is raw

specialize in death jackets

here try these bullets on

and next time have all my cheese cause if you owe me

guns o-u-t

we all gon' squeeze