Drama [Rap]

You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop
And we forever stay down that why we on top
Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's
I don't give a damn how many records I sold

I'ma represent the A Town
Let me welcome you to the A Town
Bankhead Westside nigga A Town
Adamville, Alley Temple
Nigga A Town, aye and I said

I jumped off the post Center Hill I was seven then
Moved to College Park at eleven started sellin' wit
It started sinkin' in, they really gave my uncle ten
Now what I'm 'posed to do? Get a crew and start hustlin'

Now we trappin' up on Campbellton, ask 'em, they remember me
We used to move that work from Oak City way to Kimberly
Took the hustle out that Riverdale, made a killin' G
Brought it back to Bankhead, where I'm gon' see it till it's history

On the Westside trillin' up, Zone 3 fillin' up
Herndon Homes, Bowen Homes, Harvel Homes, fillin' up
Ain't nobody trill as us, Bankhead really fucked
That's why my Dayton rims make yo' rims look like titty fuck

Listen up, only nigga in the South they talkin' 'bout
Put your bitch out on the expressway make her walk it out
A Town showin' up, Fulton County veteran
Spread all the way too Tennessee

You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop
And we forever stay down that why we on top
Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's
I don't give a damn how many records I sold

I'ma represent the A Town
Let me welcome you to the A Town
Bankhead Westside nigga A Town
Adamville, Alley Temple
Nigga A Town, aye and I said

Straight from Decatur, an Eastside mayne
From Glenwood to County Road niggas gettin' paid
From Weslyn Chapel back to Covington Highway
I still pull up just like in my driveway

Ya can't do a song about the A without me
See I was gettin' money while they was in car seats
See I was in the street, shawty totin' that heat
Throw the E's in they face and let 'em know I'm 'bout heat

You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop
And we forever stay down that why we on top
Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's
I don't give a damn how many records I sold

I'ma represent the A Town
Let me welcome you to the A Town
Bankhead Westside nigga A Town
Adamville, Alley Temple
Nigga A Town, aye and I said

I'm a '82 grady baby, young twenty six
ATL, Dirty South, I played in the grit
This was 'round the time when niggas first saw bricks
Back when Ronald Reagan was the president and shit

Drama had a house right off of Hollywood Road
(Westside)
They was robbin' and tastin' Hollywood coke
Mama say we movin'
When she get a lil' mo' paper she enrolled me into school
But it will weigh out in Decatur

This was 'round the time when Elay Meadows was the ghetto
And I was sleepin' with the rats and roach gloss on my pillow
When niggas rolled hammers down Calabenki
Put that Ghetto Mafia back in I'ma fizz off

Back when niggas didn't know shit about a cigarillo
I was gettin' my grind on flat shows at the
[Unverified]
To get the TV that's challengin'
Then you wide skirt niggas ain't real as me

You know I represent the A Town and I ain't gon' stop
And we forever stay down that why we on top
Catch me on Bankhead sittin' on fo's
I don't give a damn how many records I sold

I'ma represent the A Town
Let me welcome you to the A Town
Bankhead Westside nigga A Town
Adamville, Alley Temple
Nigga A Town, aye and I said

Shirley Temple on ice, she makes it just right
That extra grenadine got me feelin' so nice
Her body's so tight, up under that light
I see her so clearly now, she's right there before my eyes

Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer?
She got me windin' up
Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer?
Yeah, she got me day dreamin'

Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yes, I'm day dreamin')
Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(She got me day dreamin')

Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yes, I'm day dreamin')
Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yeah)

Five foot eight on the late, what a date
She fell for the hook and the bait
I took her to the yacht, the shrimp and steak
Then I took her to the gym so she could get in shape

What a night, no more drama, just late night thrills
Nigga in the hood with the gangsta grillz
Fillin' out stacks of bills, jaguar like Jacksonville
Bringing these hoes like Jacks and Jill

Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer?
She got me windin' up
Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer?
Yeah, she got me day dreamin'

Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yes, I'm day dreamin')
Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(She got me day dreamin')

Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yes, I'm day dreamin')
Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yeah)

I'm looking at the most beautiful thang in the world
Her body's so perfect and spinin' like a cinnamon swirl
She looks like a fairy tale but yet feels so natural
This one's a beast but way too wonderful to be compared to an animal
She's like what I'm sippin' on

Shirley Temple on ice, she makes it just right
That extra grenadine got me feelin' so nice
Her body's so tight, up under that light
I see her so clearly now, she's right there before my eyes

Hey, I sit and gaze hazy eyed as I day dream
Her and her girls on the stage doin' they thing
Double D's full of silicon and saline
She thirty but look only a day over eighteen

Her booty big enough to swallow up a g-string
Hey, gon' put that ass on me like a bee sting
Hey, let the king on, beat it like a tambourine
And peel ya out ya jeans and eat it like a tangerine

Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer?
She got me windin' up
Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer?
Yeah, she got me day dreamin'

Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yes, I'm day dreamin')
Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(She got me day dreamin')

Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yes, I'm day dreamin')
Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe
(Yeah)

Verse 1 (B.G.)

Uh huh
In my city nigga life like a chess game
Uptown anybody could be next mane
I switch lanes on em
Reverse the game on em
Its a must to stay a couple of steps ahead on em
Ive been out shit
Survived the worst shit
I mean i was really on some heat first shit
Stalked a nigga put him on a t shirt shit
Then go to the funeral and carry the herse shit
Yeah its real in the field nigga and what

I still hustle shine and get my sex up
I still grind fuck em what ima slack what
They pop drama but they bounce right back uh

Chorus (2)
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
You know where the licks at nigga where the bricks at

Verse 2 Soulja slim

Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving
I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming
While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling
Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain

It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated
Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated
Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool
With pool table adjacent, I love me some money

I stash money fast money
Comin' on bumpin' them onions
Bunking and crossing the country
So, so don't cross me you monkey

Sleeping on 50s and 20
Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches
And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties
Drama and cannon demand it
Gucci and Drama they panic
Ugh, they sick they vomit

Put some more commas in front of it
Drama got Gucci he stuntin'
Gucci and Drama we done it
We got so much money, 'bout our money
Some money mo' money, dummy

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl
Money make you famous, money rule the whole world
Money set trends, money is in the Benz
Money got associates acting like friends

Money, money he owe money money he blow
Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole
Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold
Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles

Only God knows the things I do for money
That's a young fly man
Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s
Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'?

Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch
Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips
She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks
Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe
I'm on my hustle
(Man)
You already know.
I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick
I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks

You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh
You talking Oz but selling halves
Where your connect? How much you got?
That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

[Gucci Mane - Verse 1]
Ridiculous, it's hilarious how yo' girl is starin' kid
All the flows I carry stickin'
It ain't no comparison the clarity is excellent
Breitling cost ya budget bitch that's why a nigga flexin' it
Coulda bought a mini mansion but I bought a necklace
Coulda bought a Bentley but instead I bought a Chevrolet
Donk is sittin' ridiculous, thaik I'm hittin' switches bitch
Nah them ain't no switches
Bitches chrome liftes 26's
Trap house with 'bout twenty kitchens
Twenty chickens
Twenty minutes
Twenty chickens
Twenty minutes
I'ma scratch out every penny
Two will make a three and that one will bring an extra twenty
I was gettin' it, I admit it
But right now I'm extra gettin' it
MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double
Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble
MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double
Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble

[Gucci Mane - Chorus]
150 grand on both wrists
This shit ridiculous
Rims cost a whole chicken
This shit ridiculous
Chain cost a whole ticket
This shit ridiculous
Hummer truck on thirty inches
This shit ridiculous

[Yo Gotti - Chorus]
Sixteen for a whole chicken

This shit ridiculous
Powder 'round the whole kitchen
This shit ridiculous
Watch ya mouth cuz the FEDS listenin'
This shit ridiculous
Watch ya boy, cuz that nigga's snitchin'
This shit ridiculous

[Yo Gotti - Verse 2]
New Benz
That bitch ridiculous
Vitamin Water paint job and I ain't 50 Cent
Big Bird yellow D's no Sesame Street
Cookie Monster of the hood cuz I love to eat
Ridiculous watch
Ridiculous chain
Ridiculous bitch, cuz she got Ridiculous brain
She ridiculous thick
I don't remember her name, ridiculous dog got to treat hoes the same
I'll take 'em the linens, I'll might buy all purse
She gon' fuck all my niggas
She gon' ride with that work
Ridiculous whip
Ridiculous crib
Ridiculous life that's just the way that I live
You a hater
Dick in the ass taker
Fake ass gangsta with a fake ass Jacob
Moscow nigga look at the shit you make up
Cocaine cowboy look at this shit I shake-up

[Chorus]

A cocaina cowboy, got ounces in my house boy
Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out, boy
And I wipe you out, boy, without leaving my house, boy
Remember that before you open up yo' mouth, boy

Yo' woman give me nice jaw, say that you her boy toy
She just give me la choy, treat her like you like her
Breaking down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter
Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider

Thinking like a miser, I'm acting like a tiger
20 bails and show yo' nigga 850 an hour
Gucci Mane and Willie Kid, you silly bitch
The stupidest critics try to rate dis shit
Affiliate the animal, so icey the cannibal

I pistol whip yo' manager, scratch off in the challenger
Vacation in Canada, drop dis shit like dinosaur
40 bones wrapped up wit fruti, all 'em bitches gotta go
I stepped up my visuals, mo' diamonds than yo' jeweler hoe
Gucci Mane, so Icey got mo' diamonds than a jewelry store
Mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Gucci

You talking money niggas, you talking hoes nigga
You talking dope nigga, don't want no smoke nigga

I take advantage, make a body vanish
Then I vanish in the vanquish, my white boys
And Candace got choppas for the low, we moving snow avalanches
Never folding like a pamphlet or flaking like it's dandruff

Control like damage, catch me on the yacht
Sleeping good on a hammock but hood like a sugar sandwich
Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man
I put a bullet in you and man, yeah, yes man

Willie the kid, I'm a decorated soldier
And I'm stacking bills like Oldsmo, Vaseline and foldgers
Kerosene and loads of brown paper bags
Cash Money like it's krogers, hood stock holders

Stashing never visit the banks much
I put you niggas in the paint like a paint brush
Me and Gucci roll like sushi, bubble like Jacuzzi
Closet full of coogi muthafucker

You talking money nigga, you talking hoes nigga
You talking dope nigga don't want no smoke nigga

Smoke and worth it fool, keep yo' cool
If you do hide yo' plate 'cause we gon' eat yo' food
I got some men I swear will come up out the cuts in groups
Ain't wearing jerseys but they came out to the courts to shoot

You don't want that smoke, boy, I got that choke smoke
Throat hitter shots, you don't believe me nigga watch
See that's how niggas die, trying to know who and why
[Unverified]

You the reason yo' whole crew got popped
Popped the rugger top drove half dis nigga head off
His brain sitting 'em like its in a drop
I'm riding hollow tips, 'em ain't spinning Daytons

Keep smoke around me like I'm Sammy Davis
Kush smoking got a nigga looking half Asian
Rolled it up on [unverified] and 20 due in 80
Seem like these niggas hate it since I'm affiliated
I throw 'em E's and 'em A's just to initiate it

Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da da da

I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)

I gotta put it in the streets like yellow lines
It's so wet, lil' Mama need a yellow sign
'Cause you might slip and fall in love with it
On the lo shawty, you can get, get, get it

I'm in the club, got the bitches staring, pointing
You fuck with me tonight, tomorrow you'll need a hair appointment
I'm in a fresh white tee, every wrinkle gone
The yellow lights flashing like I got my blinkers on

I was doing me, smokin' kush, drinkin' 'tron
Shawty came down the stairs, gettin' her slinky on
She said, "I drip like a faucet, bring a sink along
Or your room gonna look like someone left the sprinklers on"

I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)

When I leave the club with a broad, you know we fucking
Come home with me, I don't want no number or nothing
Grab hold to her, put that pole to her
Beat the pussy up, tryna tear a new hole through her

Long dick daddy in a DTS caddy
I done pimped from Florida to Cincinnati
Drive a bitch batty, got her brain going wild
She don't love me she love my doggy style, screaming

Daddy, come fuck me, come fuck me
You're like a vacuum girl, the way you suck me
Pull your hair, spank that ass quick roughly
I know the flavor of love and you bucky

Girl, trust me, I make you feel incredible
Pussy is edible
I make it wet no man could do it better boo
Your head good you got a future ahead of you, la

I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)

Take your clothes off, it's alright
It's going down girl, all night
See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight
Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise

That pussy hot girl and it's so tight
I been waiting for you to give me the green light
See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight
Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise?

I, I know that you've been holding that bag for me
Yes, she spoils me like I'm a baby
And she holds nothing back from me
So on? nights, I'm her baby

Shes pushing her body like a glock
Making that tick go tock (yep)
She twist at twelve, down to the ground
And she doin it all night long for the boys

She do it nice and low
But just for the boy
Two free songs
But just for the boy

I call her boomerang
When she doing her thang
She throw it, then she bring it right back
It's her and patrone, all night long
But just for the boy

I get tipper love
Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now
She show me tipper love
Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now
She show me tipper love
I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face
Twice a week now
She show me tipper love
She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time
She give me tipper love
She give me tipper love

Soon as I walk in this (motha, Fu*ka)

You already know that I'm the (motha, Fu*ka)
I'm looking at her booty like (motha, Fu*ka)
Them haters lookin at me like, you (motha, Fu*ka)

Shes pushing her little body like a glock
Making that tick go tock (yep)
She twist at twelve, down to the ground
And she doin it all for the boys

She do it nice and low
But just for the boy
She give me two free songs
But just for the boy

I call her boomerang
When she doing her thang
She throw it, then she bring it right back
It's her and patrone, all night long
But just for the boy

I get tipper love
Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now
She show me tipper love
Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now
She show me tipper love
I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face
Twice a week now
She show me tipper love
She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time
She give me tipper love
She give me tipper love

[Drama in the background] This... could be something big!

[Ludacris verse 1]
Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the danger zone.
It's a war goin' on outside
And my people gotta paint they faces on.
And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do
Is work and flip a dolla'.
Ain't got no trophies
But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now the gats is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down.
So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' side to side.
Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;
The streets gon' ride tonight.
And I'm just gon' ride it out,
'Til my expiration date.
'Cause I go hard and the paint (?),
They softer than paper plates.
Make way for the revolution,
And yes you should be scurred.
'Cause one way or another...
My people will be heard.

[Willie the Kid verse 2]
Show you what the soldiers see:
Embassy, diplomacy,
Since seen (?) infantry,
Shootin' at the cobra fleet.
Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.
Body bags, fishy like herring,
When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.
Watchin' Half Baked,
At the cabin by the lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be channel oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.
Warfare? Never fair,
Therefore, I need finer things:
Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.
I'm decorated in medals,
Stripes like a zebra.
And by the way, you rappin' niggas,

I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,
Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.

[Busta Rhymes verse 3]
(During Kid's last verse) In these times,
The economy got niggas thinkin'
The worst to make paper.
'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas
Enough for they slave labor.
That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about
Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.
It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on,
Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.
Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin',
Tryna' make it through the crisis.
It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit
To print another new gas prices.
All this fuckery we got goin' on,
Indeed it needs to cease.
How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen
When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?
Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket
(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.
Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,
We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!
Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,
Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.
But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke
Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.
But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).
I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).
Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),
Change is right around the corna'.
You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',
All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,
I promise somebody gonna' pay!

[DJ Drama outro]
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!
Pursuit, huh?
See each and every day we all get closer
To the real meanin'.
Me, myself? I always follow my own path
And now I come here to motivate!
"To be heard" means to say something of value.
So I make this my Life,
My liberty,
And everday, my pursuit.
What about you?
Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG