50 Cent - Drama Never Ends lyrics

I get that dirt
You know that blow and baking
Soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that 40 Cali' blow
You get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll
Split your mothafuckin’ head
You get to testin' me
You call the cops and I get knocked
I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard
This that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip
Outline 'em in chalk shit
I don't wanna talk
Say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots
I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper
Hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart
Get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war
You know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin'
To believe in knife work your lungs
I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool
Better feed them i feel for you
You ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all
Week with the same gun

I get that dirt
You know that blow and baking
Soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that 40 Cali' blow
You get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll
Split your mothafuckin’ head
You get to testin' me
You call the cops and I get knocked
I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

Me I punch every nigga first
I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn
I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when
I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough
To blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank
I got bank just fucked up work
Askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga
I run shit i put in my own work, run
Get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you
Squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option
It's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the
Shirt on a nigga my gift to a gravedigger

I get that dirt
You know that blow and baking
Soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that 40 Cali' blow
You get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll
Split your mothafuckin’ head
You get to testin' me
You call the cops and I get knocked
I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'