Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drama Setter, artist - Tony Yayo. Album song Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
Drama Setter |
«Mr. |
Yayo, you’re free to go |
So, I guess this means I’ll see you tomorrow, eh?» |
Yeah! |
Ha ha, guess who’s home?! |
Tony Yayo! |
Yeah! |
Obie Trice, c’mon! |
(Here we go now!) |
I’m a drama setter |
Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto |
Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up |
I told you I’m a drama setter |
I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it |
Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar |
Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter |
I don’t go lookin' for no trouble |
But somehow the trouble always finds me |
Don’t make me have you in the trauma center |
With your momma cryin' |
‘Cause her only son is dyin' |
She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up |
‘Cause I’m a drama setter |
I’ll poke you, man, I’m Rikers Island Pokemon |
I got CO’s bringin' me filet mignon |
But now a nigga home, lookin' frail in the drop (whattup?) |
With a bitch shotgun that’s inhalin' the cock |
I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops |
And got Glocks in the Lex, so we ride behind cops |
Broke days, we used to put water in our cereal |
Now we’re crossin' borders just to shoot another video |
It’s Tony Montana on full-body armor |
Soning niggas, like Alfredo in The Godfather |
Two-shot revolver, that Dillinger shit |
And the AR-15 bending your six |
We taking trips to Morocco just to tan |
We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam |
I was worth a hundred grams, now I’m worth a cool million |
I’ll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children |
I’m a drama setter |
Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto |
Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up |
I told you I’m a drama setter |
I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it |
Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar |
Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter |
I don’t go lookin' for no trouble |
But somehow the trouble always finds me |
Don’t make me have you in the trauma center |
With your momma cryin' |
‘Cause her only son is dyin' |
She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up |
‘Cause I’m a drama setter |
Since Yayo is home, them AR’s is drawn |
Obie’s Guerilla-Unit, fuck affiliation |
We are one, it is senseless for you to prevent this |
The .40 cal’ll put you up under some photosynthesis |
At any given instant, another incident |
You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay’s temperment |
And we holdin' them K’s, that’s why homie won’t age |
Isn’t it that Tony’s enraged they throw him in cages? |
But now my nigga’s loose, our crews is bulletproof |
All brought to you from whom’s pupils' baby blues |
His short fuses put your portrait on the news |
Nigga, them screws is loose |
When you fuckin' with them Shady dudes |
I’m a drama setter |
Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto |
Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up |
I told you I’m a drama setter |
I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it |
Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar |
Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter |
I don’t go lookin' for no trouble |
But somehow the trouble always finds me |
Don’t make me have you in the trauma center |
With your momma cryin' |
‘Cause her only son is dyin' |
She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up |
‘Cause I’m a drama setter |
I got fat while I was gone, but now I’m here |
And y’all rappers only bust shots only in fear |
Chinchillas on my back, itchy fingers on the MAC |
Get scrilla off of crack, get 50's shooter back |
Listen homie, don’t let them niggas amp you money |
‘Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for Pamper money |
Move like Keyzer, Jayson Williams, slaughter the driver |
My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire |
Reality rap, nigga, check my salary cap |
I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack |
What you know about light planes and heavy coke? |
And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats? |
It’s the rap tycoon, Tony, y’all all know me |
See me on MTV, I’m a parolee |
I was out for twelve hours and went right back in |
For three hots and one cot doin' time in the pen |
I’m a drama setter |
Grippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto |
Man, you crazy if you think I’ma let up |
I told you I’m a drama setter |
I’ll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it |
Just don’t get in the way of my cheddar |
Man, ‘cause I’m a drama setter |
I don’t go lookin' for no trouble |
But somehow the trouble always finds me |
Don’t make me have you in the trauma center |
With your momma cryin' |
‘Cause her only son is dyin' |
She don’t know it’s just your karma catchin' up |
‘Cause I’m a drama setter |
Yeah nigga |
Thank you Marshall (No problem!) |
We don’t stop (Nah) |
Jay the best for the land |
Talkin' to your Thoughts of a Predicate Felon baby (Yeah man) |
Blew out to, Lloyd Banks and all |
Black ballin' |
Yung Buck |
Curtis Interscope Jackson (Shady Aftermath Mathers) |
Olivia, O' Trice, Stat Quo |
We gonna keep gettin' this money |
Y’all rappers gonna keep hatin' |
Fuck y’all |
No more problems |
Appeal for this shit |
Shady Aftermath |
We run this rap shit |