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Ghostface Killah - Drama Lyrics



Ghostface Killah - Drama Lyrics




[Ghostface Killah:]
It was the night before he got popped
Big jars of hay Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the lonk dookie fifth
Next to the Town House crackers mad noise 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 violently take a nap
Promise you got something [?] 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 [?] 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 littlel closer
Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over
Hoping you falll 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

[Joell Ortiz:]
Dollar icy from papi with the scraper glock with the laser
Trying my best not to pop yet but the trop is major
Shot my lil cause I do my aunt the favor watch this
I never been this itchy hope the cops just
Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he 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 cirb 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 gass 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

[Game:]
Who the f*ck you think you is Ron O'Neil
Tat tat what the f*ck when that 9 milli peel
Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel
Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils
Got buck naked bitches counting halh 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 fact the nigga you are or your cap getting peeled
Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril
That'd chop your f*cking 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 f*ck we get 6 Thompsons
Top 10 how the f*ck you gonna forget Compton
Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in
I started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 shit
Came in the game on that f*cking 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 pussyshould be a hate crime
Got a Blackberry was getting to much FaceTime
Back to f*cking project bitches now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine
I sun niggas like it's day time
Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralp 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
Motherf*cker
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[Ghostface Killah:]
It was the night before he got popped
Big jars of hay Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the lonk dookie fifth
Next to the Town House crackers mad noise 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 violently take a nap
Promise you got something [?] 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 [?] 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 littlel closer
Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over
Hoping you falll 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

[Joell Ortiz:]
Dollar icy from papi with the scraper glock with the laser
Trying my best not to pop yet but the trop is major
Shot my lil cause I do my aunt the favor watch this
I never been this itchy hope the cops just
Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he 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 cirb 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 gass 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

[Game:]
Who the f*ck you think you is Ron O'Neil
Tat tat what the f*ck when that 9 milli peel
Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel
Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils
Got buck naked bitches counting halh 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 fact the nigga you are or your cap getting peeled
Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril
That'd chop your f*cking 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 f*ck we get 6 Thompsons
Top 10 how the f*ck you gonna forget Compton
Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in
I started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 shit
Came in the game on that f*cking 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 pussyshould be a hate crime
Got a Blackberry was getting to much FaceTime
Back to f*cking project bitches now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine
I sun niggas like it's day time
Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralp 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
Motherf*cker
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Writer: JAYCEON TAYLOR, DENNIS COLES, LEVAR COPPIN, DELANO MATTHEWS, JOELL ORTIZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




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