[Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah it`s DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I`m in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast
And from the West, I got my nigga Game
All you bitch-ass niggaz, y`all better fall the fuck back
Y`all know how this shit is about to go down
Yo homie, what`s your name?
[Sauce Money]
My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I`m gon` do
I won`t wait for you to get a lil` bigger
I hit you with the tec-9, lil` nigga
Look at him - red as a muh`fucker
Hah! Dead as a muh`fucker
Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda
been there Bleek, too late, you missed it
Cock back my biscuit
Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can`t resist it
Didn`t believe you, so for your big ol` ego
I got a big ol` Eagle
Gotta give the people
not a fuckin chance to see you inside the sequel
Son I stay stuck in rude
So when they see me comin they like, Damn, here come this fuckin dude!
You know`m sayin Memph`?
Brooklyn what`s up?
Got to take this shit back
Let`s hit `em with the hook son
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme`, puffin on a blunt
All I know is my shit better bump
La la la la la-la la lahhhh
[Memphis Bleek]
What, yo yo.
You know Bleek always smokin that La La La - you right
Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell `em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas`
Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets
But - I dare a nigga act all crazy
The tec`ll tear his back all crazy
And you know I stay bent off the Arme`
Regardless if solo or I`m deep with my amry
I rep - straight from the jacked M-P
If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E
But wait! You know I`m ridin with Sauce
And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report
Dawg, I`m from the street, from the best I`m taught
I`ll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost
Got a couple of my killers who stand by
And I`m G-Force stat` nigga, never fly stand-by
Uhh, jeah, you know
Put this shit right back in the street, huh?
Brooklyn shit, Sauce
Let`s bring the hook back, here we go yo
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior
Cali plates, I`m that serious
Niggaz think the kid a joke
`til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes
Homie I bring the drama (drama)
Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas
Nigga I ain`t easy son
But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son
I`m a B-L-double-O-D
Hardest nigga since S-N-double-O-P
And all this beef got blood in my eye
Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy
Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys
I`m a Menace, fuck Kane and O-Dog
Since I was ten I had `caine and O`s, dawg
I ain`t lyin (I ain`t lyin)
They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a FUCK about dyin?
And the day Jay retire
I`ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah you bitch-ass motherfuckers
Hands on the Pump
Fuck around, find yo` ass slump
One hitta quitta, yes {*gunshots*}
