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And for all the drama thats goin onand for all the drama dramaand for all the drama thats goin onpop pop pop popone of these stress pills in your mouth.In the midst in the darkest nightsSparkin off the highest flightsAnd project buildings blastin civiliansBut skull-white from cycles of the psycho childrenMillions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenuesSteady breakin down crumbs for the Royal CrownAmongst animals, to the half of youUnderstand the mindstate of the most officialI ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckinissuesIt's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hotBurnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo notFuck a cop. with the blood clot, buck 'em til they hollaWe gon let it rain like Nina Rosswith Tommy-gun-monsta rocketsEventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tideSlippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energizedit's live baby, airin' out your strip with fo-fivescrazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babayLetras de cancionesDrama's runnin up on yawhen I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuanagot full of void, and got me searchin for the tellytakin to my celly, put out the orderand tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin bellyAin't you ready?If the world should end again, I don't really wannabut I'm gonna be ready for the endingthat's the drama, and if you really wannayou can date it right back to the beginningNow who's the fillin villain of karmaorginal militant be marchin in armoursGuess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who...And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunitionrunnin, buckin, jumpin outta the windowmy gun bustin and bleedin so fastbleedin from the glasstellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast'through the alleys in a beat-up MalleyTo the riots in Pelican BayWhere the fellas say pop-pop-pop everydayFloss mode, for my peoplegot me rappin crap where I shouldn't belayed back, fucked up on henneseybitch you know medem diggin, daggin everythangnow how the fuck am I gonna get rich?'cause lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitchhide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzypromise you won't say shitsing, for the Calicoyes, I believe in Godrun up in on his car doorhomeboy you gotta diemeet your maker, never no fakeri grind for mine, big boy I shine for minethat nigga performed, impressed yo girl!doin things your man dream aboutsingrap hustle From Letras Mania