(featuring Big B & Capo)
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[Chorus - Bizzy Bone]
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And for all the drama thats goin on
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and for all the drama drama
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and for all the drama thats goin on
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pop pop pop pop
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one of these stress pills in your mouth..
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[Verse 1 - Capo]
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In the midst in the darkest nights
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Sparkin off the highest flights
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And project buildings blastin civilians
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But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children
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Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues
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Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown
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Amongst animals, to the half of you
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Understand the mindstate of the most official
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I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues
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It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot
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Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not
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Fuck a cop. with the blood clot, buck 'em til they holla
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We gon let it rain like Nina Ross
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with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets
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Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide
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Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized
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it's live baby, airin' out your strip with fo-fives
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crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone]
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Drama's runnin up on ya
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when I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana
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got full of void, and got me searchin for the telly
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takin to my celly, put out the order
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and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly
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Ain't you ready?
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If the world should end again, I don't really wanna
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but I'm gonna be ready for the ending
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that's the drama, and if you really wanna
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you can date it right back to the beginning
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Now who's the fillin villain of karma
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orginal militant be marchin in armours
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Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who...
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And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunition
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runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window
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my gun bustin and bleedin so fast
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bleedin from the glass
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tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast'
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through the alleys in a beat-up Malley
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To the riots in Pelican Bay
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Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday
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[Verse 3 - Big B]
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Floss mode, for my people
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got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be
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layed back, fucked up on hennesey
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bitch you know me
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dem diggin, daggin everythang
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now how the fuck am I gonna get rich?
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cuz lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch
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hide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzy
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promise you won't say shit
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sing, for the Calico
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yes, I believe in God
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run up in on his car door
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homeboy you gotta die
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meet your maker, never no faker
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i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine
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that nigga performed, impressed yo girl!
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doin things your man dream about
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sing
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rap hustle
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Stress Builds
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Bizzy Bone |