Afrika Islam - Drama lyrics

Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm takin' no crap Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin' Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin' I'm out a week, I'm already earnin' s**ers crossed, tonight it's their loss Payback time, boy, life's the cost Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof They all die if those s**ers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' d**h tollin', of course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right f**in' blue light, read 'em their rights Drama (x4) I copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest Copped another piece, hit the dark streets Rollin' once again, f** the damn police Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleek, he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's Motorola Phones, Sony Color TV's Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "Freeze" f**in' blue lights, read 'em their rights Drama (x4) 4 in the morning, lights in my face That's the time, you know the place Cuffed in the room with the two-way gla** Detects in effect cold doggin' my a** "What's your date of birth?" "What's your real name?" I stuck to my alias, I know the game If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done "You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son" I know this sh** by heart, I'm too clever "Have you ever been arrested before?" Nope, never D.A. reject all over his face You see, no confession, no case Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin' Son of a b**h, he was a snitch Drama (x6) Under I went, I caught a case and half He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro I can't move 'til the man says go A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks The joint is like an oven of caged heat You're just a number, another piece of tough meat k**ers and robbers are all you greet Act soft you will get beat On d**h row they got their own hot seat For those who feel that they are truly elite The last thing you see's a priest The lights dim, your life ends Drama