LV - Drama lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Aiyyo, where the f** is that blunt at? Where y'all n***as hoggin the sh** man? Two pulls of that sh** n***a start gettin paranoid and shh Get your f**in, get your feet off my f**in table n***a! f** you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? sh** look like it 'bout to bite somethin and sh** n***a [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] It was the night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep Lil n***as bussin off they punk heat I'll make a ma**acre try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back, violate me, take a nap Promise you got something lord that will honor you Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests 86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ???? To them that's natural actual play the squib God we gettin at you And we don't want to rap to you It's not Kosher It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little b**hes come over Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe Had that a** sweating like T.D. Jakes I want the ones n***a you non believers you can ask your momma Now that's drama [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Dollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laser Trying my best not to pop yet but the drop is major Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this I never been this itchy hope these cops just Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play third In a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the gra** So watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games over f*ggot n***a hopped in a Liberty fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for ga** I'm a pluck him yay This had to be his most unlucky lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there Acting like my tires need air He closed the gas cap too many things going his way So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but hey I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner I hit the stash blokka [Verse 3: Game] Who the f** you think you is Ron O'Neal? Tat tat what the f** when that 9 milli peel Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel Yo Ghost pa** the toast these n***as is daffodils Got buck naked b**hes counting half a mil gloves on Fully dressed b**hes watching them with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos n***as steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos n***as steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera n***as steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta Take your New Era off and reveal The f*ggot n***a you are or your cap getting peeled Then we out to Brazil I know n***as in Negril That'd chop your f**ing head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real n***a we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010 how the f** we get 6 Thompsons Top 10 how the f** you gonna forget Compton Every rapper on your list'll get their sh** stomped in I started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 sh** Came in the game on that f**ing Ready to Die sh** Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly sh** Naked pictures R&B b**hes all in my Sidekick How I be k**in the p**y should be a hate crime Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime Back to f**ing project b**hes now I hate dimes All they want is money my n***a I can't waste mine I son n***as like it's day time Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines Smooth as a baby's a** and I got that Baby cash Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had Motherf**er