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Spice 1 - Drama lyrics
(Kokane) Ah yeah... (Spice 1) Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains Me and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptie with the fifth degree in Martin, the car ain't startin Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the Chevy Wavin Techs up in the air like Machine-Gun Kelly I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quick enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots droppin got them shakin like they cop lockin Ski skirt clout smokin down the street with his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat I check myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me Shoppers singin like Whitney they wanna fit me With a Full Metal Jacket, but they don't get me Not one bullet touch my body, not even nick me We rushed my homie to the nearest Carsa hospital But it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!) (Chorus wvariations: Kokane) Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! I don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! (Spice 1) We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergency Feelin go perform my own open heart surgery Because my partner shouldn't died like that We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revenge But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold Behold a Chevy with gold deeds -ac |
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