50 Cent - Drama Never Ends Lyrics

[Hook]I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipeFasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of meThe drama's gonna never end, never endKeep thinkin' I'm playin'I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' meYou call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of meThe drama's gonna never end, never endKeep thinkin' I'm playin'[Verse 1]It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shitThat black glove, wood grip, outline 'em in chalk shitI don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemiesDroptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memoryTime to ride, homicide, I'm down with itI'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with itFuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apartHip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me thenI'll hunt you like a great daneHit you, hit you like a freight trainRun off with your fake chainsI'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe inKnife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe inLittle shit could be a big enough reasonYou're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed themI feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcomeNigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun[Hook]I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipeFasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of meThe drama's gonna never end, never endKeep thinkin' I'm playin'I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' meYou call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of meThe drama's gonna never end, never endKeep thinkin' I'm playin'[Verse 2]Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight withMaybe it's genetics, mama made me like thisCocaine baby, problem child, half crazyChildren of the Corn, I've been warned so longBig strap for robberies with my little 380I'll make your little lady miscarry a babyYou leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your visionWhat up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bankJust fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanksEvery clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shitI put in my own work, run, get who you gon' getThis is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & WessonWhen talk is not an option, it's a form of expressionYou got to go to work on a niggaThe red shit comin' through the shirt on a niggaMy gift to a gravedigger[Hook]I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipeFasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of meThe drama's gonna never end, never endKeep thinkin' I'm playin'I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' meYou call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of meThe drama's gonna never end, never endKeep thinkin' I'm playin'