DJ Kay Slay, Greg Street, Cam’ron, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - Drama Gang lyrics

This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
Right this is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
We the drama gang, he the drama king
It's a Harlem thing, and any braud will bang

I'm on the block with the purple
Woods with the fire chicks in the hood like
"what's good with Mariah?"
I know you ain't hit that, baby girl ask, na
Let's go to Mama's Fries, get us a snack box
That's right, I'm a soldier on the slow grind
Minisoda coke mine, baking soda coast mine
I know the ways to make the
Coke shine in no time
Asked why I wasn't with the rock at showtime
I don't know, i just know it's show time
Any beef, not mine then she blow mine


Oh, that's your line?
Cause my weed is so lined, I grow mine
Old times, so fine, that's savere
Indavidual, career criminal
And any poor deal, want it more real
For real, pushin plains, trains and 4 weals
Get your door pealed, when the Glock's cocked
Hard rock will rock your hard tops
To a droptop
This is Hard Nocks, we just come come
Run run dumb dumbs, then 1 1
With the 93, this is fun for us
Trooper, we talkin troopers with guns on us
Believe in that, breathe in that
Bill millions, 10 to be exact
They tryna muscle us a hit or something
Wrist the cuffs, I'm a hustler, I get it up
Car jackers, cairful, don't get it up
Parents, children, make sure to pick them up
We getting kids and stuff
Smack the folks that's grown
Bring techs and chroam to the oldfolks' home
Get them all down, all the old friends
Old connects, visit some old friends
This is mortal combat
To mortals I'm imortal
Of course his car tracked
My niggas usually bang, leave you
Woozy with an Uzi, mane
Your little hoody gang, pooty tang
This ain't a movie thang
Those were filled with blanks
You be John Doe, go fill in the blanks
Hit him soon as he fill up the tanks
I'm as real as you think a gorilla in pink

This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
Right this is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
We the drama gang, he the drama king
It's a Harlem thing, and any braud will bang

Listen here
I run through your herds like a moving herb
Part egle, part Sigel, that's a coo-coo bird
And I'm coo-coo, word
My thoughts is loose and turned
Now who do the burn?
I shoot, the Ruger burns
Like an action movie flick, the shootin'
I'm not your avrage loonitic
I'm a Looney Tune just remember the word
I'm back like Revenge Of The Nerds
Times 10 with the birds
Point it at your face, and temple burn
Set fire from your neck to your perm
I move them birds, boy you a nooby rat
Face it, I'm state, you Scooby Snacks
Boy toy, chew on that
And I'm so far past you
You think I'm behind you
But I'm bout to lap you you taken an L
Coope with it, boy
Scoop the scoop with it, boy
Through the legs, hoola hoopin, boy
I'm through the roof with it, boy
You Nick Jr-ing, boy holla at me
And I'm a super trooper, you's a cocksucker
Pooper scooper
I sell the dog food, the Oogger Noogger
I get come and I'll school ya
Let the Ruger move to ya, loser
Light cigar like Joe Dirt did
Go work with it, or forget it, motherfucker
If I want something, I get it, motherfucker
No target slow walking, with the bisket
Motherfucker always eger to do something
Always eger to shoot something
Always got the egle linked in the Coope front
You can't gaffle a gaffler
Or hassle a hassler
You get clapped, plastered like plaster
I keep the azma pump, so any questions
You got for me, feel free, ask the pump

This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
Right this is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
We the drama gang, he the drama king
It's a Harlem thing, and any braud will bang