Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drama In My Life , by - 8Ball. Release date: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drama In My Life |
| Time waits for no one |
| But you never could of told me that |
| Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat |
| But not enough time for me to react |
| Cheddar in my possesion |
| Livin' in an expedition |
| Cheefin' to stop my stressin' |
| On the low attraction no attention |
| Who in the fuck got nuts enough to come test me, not a soul |
| I pack a tool, I’m unjackable, cause I’m always on my toes |
| Penny hoes, you know that shit goes |
| Loot bring a nigga much love |
| In a club, buyin' up all the champagne, high on rich nigga drugs |
| Never knew, someone was scopin' me, gettin' close to me |
| Tryin' they best to get a hold of me, for my jewelry, and my currency |
| But I couldn’t see, what was in store for me |
| Nigga wanted go to war with me |
| My philosophy, it was jealousy, or evil animosity |
| Idiotic tendency to be doin' some shit (drama in my life) |
| When a mothafucker cross me like a crucifix (so much, so much, drama in my |
| Life) |
| Noose over loose bitch noodles (drama in my life) |
| See me that, that me (drama in my life) |
| What you do that (drama in my life) |
| Should it come back (drama in my life) |
| Give it more with some frequency bitch (drama in my life) |
| And if I come back before that shit (so much, so much, drama in my life) |
| That’s concrete put your shoes in it (drama in my life) |
| Ah, what the fuck? |
| You need your jaw broke? |
| You know why you got shot up |
| You can’t control that money, or your mouth |
| The skies the limit, but you’s a illegitimate prick in it |
| And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain’t missin' shit |
| Broad as the eye can see |
| A black one will rise, and boys so you best watch out for me |
| What’s stoppin' you? |
| The drama in your life is watchin' me |
| Better peep your feature (what?) |
| Turn in your cleats, cause it’s time for the medic |
| Bogus hocks and marks, I test it |
| Better flex, then dead |
| As red as your eyes |
| This shit is soul, so its got me |
| Gottin' me callin' my guy a nug |
| Paper to precious in the faces of death in the pressence |
| Of a hundred guys, and a hundred guns |
| I’m gonna spit it to you like they told it to me |
| See, this world can get colder then a bitch you see how froze it can be, and |
| Over |
| In the, blink of an eye situation |
| Based it in hatred |
| You can taste it |
| It’s now how many minutes till you do wrong |
| You gone, to the basement |
| But I’m faced with |
| Niggas just like me tryin' to replace my placement |
| From this shit it looks the shit niggas don’t want no statements |
| Yet they on some hate shit |
| I’m erasin' my defense |
| Helpin' me keep my patience |
| Contemplatin' on the moves these sons of bitches makin' |
| But the whole disgrace |
| They don’t know I’m laced with this deed |
| Ducked and wrapped in a mass destruction |
| I guess this drama in my life is just a reprocussion |
| A mothafuckin' |
| And my mothafuckin' clutch in a disgustin' world |
| Is a gut wrenchin' nothin' fucked up in the cut steady strugglin' |
| Puzzled introduction of flux with the cuts from my trouble and this hustle |
| Is bubbled engulfed in the governments smugglin' |
| Should I give a fuck if then? |
| Niggas don’t make it no better with bullshit they speakin' |
| See they thinkin' they know the business |
| Let a hoe get in change and they ready to pull shit |
| Tweakin' heathin' skeekin' |
| Hear the demon’s shriekin' |
| Seekin' my soul to be keepin' |
| I’m losin' me to mothafuckers try to see the idiotic tendency to do some |
| Shit |
| Mothafuckers die |
| Why ask why when you got concussions and casts |
| He the worsts |
| And now you know for the pain the baddest habits |
| I gon' ride |
| Kinetic energies growin' thicker |
| Andrenalin rushin' fast |
| Slanted fangs from viscious elixers |
| I’m crazy deranged |
| The nigga knows the deal |
| I’m gettin' the thousands, the hundreds, the paper |
| To precious the faces of deaths |
| I, I, better done it |
| That, that mean, when you do bad shit it come back |
| Even more confusin' bitch |
| And if I come again that means the looser the lips for bitches |
| The whole moral to my dillema |
| How can you expect the unexpected |
| Drama in your life |
| Can get your life ejected |
| Popped out, knocked out, dropped out of the human race |
| Memories get erased |
| The killer and I standin' face to face |
| Now we gotta race, but it ain’t no second place in this marathon |
| Look what that Anna done, crossed me with some drama son |
| Not thinkin' about how loud, my actions speakin' |
| Now I’m reapin' what I stole from those |
| Drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| So much, so much, drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| So much, so much, drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| So much, so much, drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| Drama in my life |
| So much, so much, drama in my life |