| «Mr. |
| Yayo, you’re free to go
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| So, I guess this means I’ll see you tomorrow, eh?»
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| Yeah! |
| Ha ha, guess who’s home?!
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| Tony Yayo! |
| Yeah! |
| Obie Trice, c’mon!
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| (Here we go now!)
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| I’m a drama setter
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| Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto
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| Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up
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| I told you I’m a drama setter
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| I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it
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| Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar
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| Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter
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| I don’t go lookin' for no trouble
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| But somehow the trouble always finds me
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| Don’t make me have you in the trauma center
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| With your momma cryin'
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| ‘Cause her only son is dyin'
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| She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up
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| ‘Cause I’m a drama setter
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| I’ll poke you, man, I’m Rikers Island Pokemon
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| I got CO’s bringin' me filet mignon
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| But now a nigga home, lookin' frail in the drop (whattup?)
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| With a bitch shotgun that’s inhalin' the cock
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| I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops
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| And got Glocks in the Lex, so we ride behind cops
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| Broke days, we used to put water in our cereal
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| Now we’re crossin' borders just to shoot another video
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| It’s Tony Montana on full-body armor
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| Soning niggas, like Alfredo in The Godfather
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| Two-shot revolver, that Dillinger shit
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| And the AR-15 bending your six
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| We taking trips to Morocco just to tan
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| We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam
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| I was worth a hundred grams, now I’m worth a cool million
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| I’ll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children
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| I’m a drama setter
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| Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto
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| Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up
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| I told you I’m a drama setter
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| I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it
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| Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar
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| Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter
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| I don’t go lookin' for no trouble
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| But somehow the trouble always finds me
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| Don’t make me have you in the trauma center
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| With your momma cryin'
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| ‘Cause her only son is dyin'
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| She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up
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| ‘Cause I’m a drama setter
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| Since Yayo is home, them AR’s is drawn
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| Obie’s Guerilla-Unit, fuck affiliation
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| We are one, it is senseless for you to prevent this
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| The .40 cal’ll put you up under some photosynthesis
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| At any given instant, another incident
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| You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay’s temperment
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| And we holdin' them K’s, that’s why homie won’t age
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| Isn’t it that Tony’s enraged they throw him in cages?
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| But now my nigga’s loose, our crews is bulletproof
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| All brought to you from whom’s pupils' baby blues
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| His short fuses put your portrait on the news
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| Nigga, them screws is loose
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| When you fuckin' with them Shady dudes
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| I’m a drama setter
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| Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto
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| Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up
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| I told you I’m a drama setter
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| I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it
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| Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar
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| Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter
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| I don’t go lookin' for no trouble
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| But somehow the trouble always finds me
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| Don’t make me have you in the trauma center
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| With your momma cryin'
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| ‘Cause her only son is dyin'
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| She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up
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| ‘Cause I’m a drama setter
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| I got fat while I was gone, but now I’m here
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| And y’all rappers only bust shots only in fear
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| Chinchillas on my back, itchy fingers on the MAC
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| Get scrilla off of crack, get 50's shooter back
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| Listen homie, don’t let them niggas amp you money
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| ‘Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for Pamper money
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| Move like Keyzer, Jayson Williams, slaughter the driver
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| My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire
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| Reality rap, nigga, check my salary cap
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| I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack
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| What you know about light planes and heavy coke?
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| And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats?
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| It’s the rap tycoon, Tony, y’all all know me
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| See me on MTV, I’m a parolee
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| I was out for twelve hours and went right back in
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| For three hots and one cot doin' time in the pen
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| I’m a drama setter
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| Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto
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| Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up
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| I told you I’m a drama setter
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| I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it
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| Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar
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| Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter
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| I don’t go lookin' for no trouble
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| But somehow the trouble always finds me
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| Don’t make me have you in the trauma center
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| With your momma cryin'
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| ‘Cause her only son is dyin'
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| She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up
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| ‘Cause I’m a drama setter
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| Yeah nigga
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| Thank you Marshall (No problem!)
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| We don’t stop (Nah)
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| Jay the best for the land
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| Talkin' to your Thoughts of a Predicate Felon baby (Yeah man)
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| Blew out to, Lloyd Banks and all
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| Black ballin'
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| Yung Buck
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| Curtis Interscope Jackson (Shady Aftermath Mathers)
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| Olivia, O' Trice, Stat Quo
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| We gonna keep gettin' this money
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| Y’all rappers gonna keep hatin'
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| Fuck y’all
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| No more problems
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| Appeal for this shit
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| Shady Aftermath
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| We run this rap shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drama Setter , by - Tony Yayo. Song from the album Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп