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Drama Never Ends
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I get that gun, you know that blow and bakin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 Drop top, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory Time to ride, homicide, I'm down wit' it I'll wave that choppa, hit your whip and shake the ground wit' it Fuck with N. Bonaparte, 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 chain I'll give you motherfuckers 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 gun, you know that blow and bakin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 e'ry 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 lil' 380 I'll make your lil' 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 gotta go to work on a nigga The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga My gift to a gravedigger I get that gun, you know that blow and bakin' 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 motherfuckin' 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'
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Adam Feeney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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