[Chorus - Bizzy Bone]
If all the drama thats goin on
if all the drama drama

If all the drama thats goin on
pop pop pop
where the stress builds in your mouth..


[Verse 1 - Capo]
In the mist in the darkest nights

Sparkin off the highest flights
And project buildings blastin civilians
But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children

Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues
Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown
Amongst animals, to the half of you

Understand the mindstate of the most official
I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your $#&@in issues
It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot

Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not
$#&@ a cop with the blood clot, buck 'em until they holla
We gon let it rain like we were launched

with Tommy-gon-monsta rockets
These (?) ^!$$%z die by crashes of crimson tide
Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized

it's live baby, and notch yo strip with fo-fives
crazy drama get solved with fatal bye-bye's babay


[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone]

Drama's runnin up on ya
when I coming round the corner with a pocketful of !@!@&&
gawd, full of forty, got me searchin for the telly

takin to my celly, put out the order
tell 'em bust it in ya mother $#&@in belly
Ain't you ready?

If the world should end again, I don't really wanna
but I'm gonna be ready for the end
and back ta drama, and if you really wanna

you can date it right back to the beginning
Now who's the fillin villain of karma
orginal militant, marchin in armours

Gat-town, Gat-town, Gat-town...
And comin out the kitchen, .30 ammunition
runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window

my gun bustin bustin and bleedin some $$#
bleedin from glass
tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast'

through the alleys in a beat-up Malley
To the riots in Pelican Bay
Where the fellas say buck-buck-buck everyday


[Verse 3 - Big B]
Floss mode, for my people

got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be
layed back, $#&@ed up on hennesey
(*##$ you know me

dem diggin, daggin everythang
now how the $#&@ am I gonna get rich?
cuz lick, jack that (*##$, kill this (*##$

hide this (*##$, hoppin in the vans with bizzy
promise you won't say %#@!
sing, for the (?)

yes, I believe in god
run up in his corridoor
homeboy you gotta die

meet your maker, never no faker
i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine
that ^!$$% performed, pressed yo girl!


see?
rap her soul