Chorus [G-Spade]
Nothin' but drama n my city dawg
On every boulevard and every ward
We sendin' n***as to tha morg
Nothin' but drama n my city dawg
I pity y'all
If y'all bustas ain't co*ked, these n***as play it raw
[G-Spade]
Every ward n my city bustin'
n***as livin' for somethin'
But dyin' for nothin'
Head bustin'
Cuz they thought you said somethin' (b**h what you say?)
That's why a n***a packin' that steel
We wear white handkerchiefs on the battlefield
Now then
Them n***as steady droppin' like flies
From my hood to your hood, n***as losin' they lives
(n***as losin' they lives)
So I keep on co*k
So I won't be the next one to fall off my block
[Valario]
Oh sh**! I heard shots
The spot's hot
Wit' constant k**in'
Blood spillin'
Another dead body left unforgiven
On both sides of the river
I'm lettin' 'em go, lettin' 'em rip
Lettin' 'em hollow shot flip
Dawg, it's real n the field
Choppers choppin'
Bodies droppin'
ni**as screamin' help
When they gettin' dealt
Nobody come
Until the red rum is done
There's drama n my city
[Halloway]
Nothin' but 3-5-7 totas
And cutthroatas
Smokin' n***as like doulja
N a city of us souljas
Shots rang from the East to the Westbanks
But I ain't even trippin' cuz I roll n a tank
God bless ya if you slippin' greatly
That's that a** from the U.P.T., accross the can*l
They blast
Wit' my mask and my vest on
Cuz I ain't trynna get my rest on
If it's on, then it's on
Chorus 2X
[KLC]
I'm they lay back mean man
Pockets full of green man
n***as on my city have you leanin' like a kickstand
I'm on some of that "you want for that sh**"
Because the city that you live n
Got n***as given n
You see I'm straight from the 3rd
You heard
Where n***as talk wit' a slur
And they mean every slur word
So get your mind right when you enter my cty
Cuz every city's pretty
[Melichoir]
I give a f**, I'm tired of livin' on my a**
This is stress of the game, they got me movin' fast
It ain't easy, you best believe it's gon' get harder
Instead of livin' on the streets, I rather put n slaughter
Magnolia, Calliope is where a n***a be
You f** around and get taped to an oak tree
Damn, that's nothin' but drama around my way black
You keep playin' you get hollows up you f**in' spine
[Reginelli]
Reginelli, I'm born and raised n they U.P.T
Magnolia, Melphanine to the CP3
If you f**in' wit' these n***as, you won't get no sleep
Besides, we play the game raw, so if you beef wit' me
Fake n***as get it real
Playa hatas gettin' k**ed
b**h, bullets fly at will
b**h, I hope you play it real
They got drama n my city
Dead bodie on the curb
Wit' bad tempers and bad nerves
n***as get what they deserve
[Gotti]
40 Calibers and Smith-and-Wessons
From when these f**in' cops is stressin'
Lord bless me, but these coward's testin' me
Automatic guns fire tearin' holes through your flesh
Retaliatin' on my enemies, when they say d**h
Southern hospitality, so I'm snathin' your breath
The Commission, and The Family n***a, rippin' the track
We finally grew now watch this paper stack
I stay strapped
The Magnolia Projects is where I hustle at
Chorus 2X