H.A.W.K. - Drama lyrics

[Hook] These haters, up in the game They really don't want drama, drama no Them boys, up in the game They really don't want drama, drama no Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, no Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, no [Billy Cook] These haters in the game, gon make me pop a vein Hotter than four bowls of Mexican chili, on the top of a stove boiling mayn These boys better save that drama, for they baby mama Keep my name out your mouth, and watch what you say I'm calling n***as out one by one, two by two and your weak a** crew You bring the best out of me, now tell me what you gon do Peep the real and I peep the fake, load lyrical clips up in the AK And I'm B.M.G. 1965, black T fitted cap and I'm certified Always smiling, up in my face Talking that sh**, and I'm gon catch a case Who's that going around, talking down on Billy Cook Saying, that he ain't the truth in the booth And he only sing hooks locally, and he ain't in the game [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] These boys don't really want drama, put that on Pat and my mama It's mash point period comma, I blow sh** up like that boy Osama Bin Laden boys be plotting, f** around and you get shot'n f** around and you'll get caught, and they'll be digging your burial plot'n See H.A.W.K. don't play them games, don't mess around with no names I co*k back load and aim, and put a big hole in the ceiling your brain That boy is off the chain, that boy is off the hook That boy got the Southside shook, cause he finally did a song with Billy Cook Got haters green with envy, that's just that Fat Pat in me Them haters wanna know who we are, when they see you coming down in a brand new Bentley Ask around if you in H-Town, they'll tell you I don't play around They'll tell you that pound for pound, Big H.A.W.K. will make you lay it down And to these messy girls, don't make me rock your world I'll give you some'ing good, that's bound to make your toes curl Have you chasing after nuts like a squirrel, baby girl I call it karma You keep on giving me the good, but baby save the drama [Hook] [Meechie] Pull up on your block, in a all white Lac With a all black mack, fully compact gat Step back shake, them haters off my nutsack I'm from the city, where the coke and the clutch at Slug hair back, for the love of the game Leave a hater face down, like the brother of Kane Never think yours, that'll smother your brain Lethal weapon like Glover, going out with a bang Y'all don't want drama, with some mud city bangers Cook/H.A.W.K. and Blow, now that spell danger I'll send em in your house, all up in your hamper Or leave your mama holding her heart, like Fred Sanford Call me the dean, you can call me the champ First school of hard knock, hold your kid for ransom Keep playing with the fire, like go-go dancer Keep a coat full of k**ers, like Charles Manson [Hook] These haters, up in the game - 2x