The Game, San Quinn - Drama Is Real lyrics

Drama is real, like not wakin up
I'm breakin up grounds when
This patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut
Your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business
You are more than driven
If you kill it no more standin on
That corner like a stop sign
Everytime you spotted they call it shot time
Not at the gym but in
The grim reaper's hands
You important if a bullet hit's
Injure your plans
This is not an adventure
But a full-time duty
If you seen how niggaz hit the club
They pullin out uzis
Sometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takin
No more sleep for the shooter
No more of that hangin
No mo' trustin hoes you ain't
Know fo' ten plus
No mo' smokin with the homies
No mo' late night clubs
Cause the victim
Is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
I'm 'bout to rap
You better be 'bout peepin out cash

If there's blood on my Nikes
I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smokin I
Done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga
It get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz
Streets are shady
The Game got curtains for niggaz
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard
Of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin a river
We'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga

I ain't met a nigga yet could
Fuck with this rap vet
I'm the realest since I came in
The game on Kam back
Rest in peace to Mausberg
Gotta live with that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that
Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
Four-fifty put somethin through your
Son Easter basket
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
Put termites in your box let
'em eat your cabbage
A wife right here
See if she can weave through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
If you know Game
You know I'll never give free passes
But I give choices, how you want it
Metal or plastic
Life is real, pedal to traffic
No spots on my tail
Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well
And I can still get a nigga the hill
Your bitch as well
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells

See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill
Snowball niggaz
We throw vapors out of truck windows
Blow our figures
Suede corners out the sunroof
The fifth or the Ruger
Broad daylight
Blow the windows out of your Cougar
Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch
Game put niggaz in a coffin too much
Turn niggaz kids into orphans too much
In God We Trust - nah
Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch
Your daughter cryin it's just tuck
But so what
Blow the dutch
Southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Have you eatin soup for months, broken jaw
Lick your shit out of straws
I guess I got that same ol' harm
I ain't for play, the Game is raw
Specialize in death jackets
Here try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese
Cause if you owe me
Guns O-U T, we all gon' squeeze