INF-Black - Drama lyrics

[Chorus: Letha Face] If you don't want the drama, bust your gun You don't want the drama, here I come You don't want the drama [Letha Face] Top chrome spin, whirlwinds, microphone's bend Some grown men, moan when they sold they soul to sin Unfolded with thin lies, the aura to make the papermate fry You escaped fate, watch the snake eyes Pre-heat the oven guides, now watch the cake rise Eight size gorillas in the background, clap rounds Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound Scratched out, names from the guest list, treacherous Wreckless, the d**h kiss, die with a d**hwish Expect this, underwater flow to leave you breathless My sentences structured to rupture your laser discs Razors in my fist, swing til I can't swing Do my damn thing, guns don't jam when I bang [Kawz] I went through concrete and bars, still hit the god damn tar The love of money got me wanting the car It's obvious that the game won't change, I still slang crack c**aine Got a full plate in front of me Son I gotta eat, no kids to feed So I gotta cop something new for my feet [Chorus] [INF-Black] Double tactics, smoke n***as out like crack addicts Face, pa** it, I storm out wild, straight jura**ic My habits: drink liquor, smoke weed, get bent backwards I play the lab, cuz I might spaz with ill fashion Crashin' all ya M.C.'s rep and drop cla**ics Ya'll pretty boppin' get holes right your satan It's peace and clackin', keep it dirty in the stashin' You push me, homey, have your body layin' in Manhattan Yeah, I'm from Staten, where the streets talk, the block listen That's why I keep the gauge loaded 4/5 in the kitchen Three eighty in my waist, I ain't playin' what I'm sayin' Have your whole sh** replaced, in broad day So I keep it low, had to stop coppin' from Broadway Ya'll phony n***as know you to slow to face me Get a taste of the young g, with the case of the Old E' When I shave the goatee, from frontin' with me [Chorus 2X] [U-God] It's time, to set it off, master of metaphors You heard of this predator, Stoneface Skeletor Knocked down for ten long yards, I'm still standin' tall Ready for war, let it flow like the reservoir Dough in my treasure drawer, spit out my cannon ball Run for the embersole, yeah, I could handle ya'll Verses got many more, damage any challenge or Catch me splurgin' at the Virgin MegaStore Strong arm the dance floor, what more can you ask for? Dashin' bachelors, and let you fry the circuits I die for a purpose, behind the iron curtain I'm, puttin' my work in, at the same time the Earth spin [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Letha Face] You don't want to f** with me