"Drama Is Real" lyrics
(feat. San Quinn)
[San Quinn:]
Drama is real, like not waking up
I'm breaking up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
If you kill it no more standing on that corner like a stop sign
Every time you spotted they call it "shot time"
Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands
You important if a bullet hits, injure your plans
This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty
If you seen how niggas hit the club, they're pulling out Uzis
Sometimes bruising and grazing, mostly taking
No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hanging
No mo' trusting hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus
No mo' smoking with the homies, no mo' late night clubs
'Cause the victim is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peeping out cash
[The Game:]
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smoking I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggas
We take this beef shit further than niggas
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggas
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggas
Have your whole family crying a river, we'll murder you niggas
We take this beef shit personal nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet
I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back
Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that
Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
Four-fifty put something through your son Easter basket
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage
A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes
But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic
Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail
Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well
And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smoking I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggas
We take this beef shit further than niggas
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggas
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggas
Have your whole family crying a river, we'll murder you niggas
We take this beef shit personal nigga
See the Escalade got 'em running downhill, snowball niggas
We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures
Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger
Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar
Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch, Game put niggas in a coffin too much
Turn niggas kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah
Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch
Your daughter crying it's just [?] tuck, but so what
Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Have you eating soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws
I guess I got that same old harm
I ain't for play, the Game is raw
Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese 'cause if you owe me
Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smoking I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggas
We take this beef shit further than niggas
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggas
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggas
Have your whole family crying a river, we'll murder you niggas
We take this beef shit personal nigga
Drama is real, like not waking up
I'm breaking up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
If you kill it no more standing on that corner like a stop sign
Every time you spotted they call it "shot time"
Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands
You important if a bullet hits, injure your plans
This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty
If you seen how niggas hit the club, they're pulling out Uzis
Sometimes bruising and grazing, mostly taking
No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hanging
No mo' trusting hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus
No mo' smoking with the homies, no mo' late night clubs
'Cause the victim is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peeping out cash
[The Game:]
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smoking I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggas
We take this beef shit further than niggas
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggas
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggas
Have your whole family crying a river, we'll murder you niggas
We take this beef shit personal nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet
I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back
Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that
Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
Four-fifty put something through your son Easter basket
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage
A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes
But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic
Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail
Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well
And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smoking I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggas
We take this beef shit further than niggas
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggas
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggas
Have your whole family crying a river, we'll murder you niggas
We take this beef shit personal nigga
See the Escalade got 'em running downhill, snowball niggas
We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures
Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger
Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar
Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch, Game put niggas in a coffin too much
Turn niggas kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah
Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch
Your daughter crying it's just [?] tuck, but so what
Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Have you eating soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws
I guess I got that same old harm
I ain't for play, the Game is raw
Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese 'cause if you owe me
Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smoking I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggas
We take this beef shit further than niggas
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggas
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggas
Have your whole family crying a river, we'll murder you niggas
We take this beef shit personal nigga
