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drama never ends - 50 cent lyrics

[hook]
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 mothaf-ckin’ 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’

[verse 1]
it’s hard, yeah, it’s hard, this that new york sh-t
that black glove, wood grip, outline ’em in chalk sh-t
i don’t wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
droptop, ten shots, i’ll make your -ss 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
f-ck with n dot bonepart, get your -ss 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 mothaf-ckas somethin’ to believe in
knife work your lungs, i’ll make it hard to breathe in
little sh-t 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
n-gga i’ll get at you all week with the same gun

[verse 2]
me i punch every n-gga 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 f-cked up work, askin’ if we’ll use shanks
every clique i’m in my clique, n-gga, i run sh-t
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 n-gga
the red sh-t comin’ through the shirt on a n-gga
my gift to a gravedigger

- 50 cent lyrics

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