and then I bury the drama in a bone yard The flow's in prime I got more plastic on me than all of hugh heffner's hoes combined My niggas got GT's and
the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh, huh (That's right, c'mon nigga) That's as far as it goes? Sound about to go
.. [Cappa] Let's get this paper together.. [Ghost]You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh. [Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga.. [ODB]That's as far as it goes? [Ghost] Sound about to go
got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me if you think it's tangible, stop
got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin? my moxy Animal, watch me if you think it?s ?, stop me But
verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me if you think it's tangible
play me for no joke And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin' it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Let's serve these
ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you You
your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's
for? Money faulty, why you wanna cop an eight for? Been through, too much drama and too much war Hurryin, for so long, now it's time to score, it go [
this drama, mothafucka Oh my God look at that, turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took her black thing and went thug That's
that red ass rum You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head 'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead Let those chickens
get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed Niggas bust, but miss and now the war is on (Back
through trauma, more drama The dawn is gone, it's more tinted On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin
have the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees Killa bees spread rapid like diseases See it's, like the second comin