Gambino Family - Drama In My City lyrics

(feat. Ghetto Comission, KLC) [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 x2] [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 x2]