Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drama Never Ends , by - 50 Cent. Release date: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drama Never Ends |
| 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' |