Drama Gang

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets, right
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
We the drama gang, he the drama king
It's a Harlem thing, and any braud will bang

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I'm on the block with the purple
Woods with the fire
Chicks in the hood like "what's good with Mariah?"
I know you ain't hit that, baby girl ask, na
Let's go to Mama's Fries, get us a snack box
That's right, I'm a soldier on the slow grind
Minisoda coke mine, baking soda coast mine
I know the ways to make the coke shine in no time
Asked why I wasn't with the rock at showtime
I don't know, i just know it's show time
Any beef, not mine
Then she blow mine
Oh, that's your line?
Cause my weed is so lined, I grow mine
Old times, so fine, that's savere
Indavidual, career criminal
And any poor deal, want it more real
For real, pushin plains, trains and 4 wheels
Get your door pealed, when the Glock's cocked
Hard rock will rock your hard tops
To a droptop
This is Hard Nocks, we just come come
Run run dumb dumbs, then 1 1
With the 93, this is fun for us
Trooper, we talkin troopers with guns on us
Believe in that, breathe in that
Bill millions, 10 to be exact
They tryna muscle us a hit or something
Wrist the cuffs, I'm a hustler, I get it up
Car jackers, cairful, don't get it up
Parents, children, make sure to pick them up
We getting kids and stuff
Smack the folks that's grown
Bring techs and chroam
To the oldfolks' home
Get them all down, all the old friends
Old connects, visit some old friends
This is mortal combat
To mortals I'm imortal, of course his car tracked
My niggas usually bang, leave you woozy with an Uzi, mane
Your little hoody gang, pooty tang
This ain't a movie thang, those were filled with blanks
You be John Doe, go fill in the blanks
Hit him soon as he fill up the tanks
I'm as real as you think
A gorilla in pink

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets, right
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
We the drama gang, he the drama king
It's a Harlem thing, and any braud will bang

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Listen here, I run through your herds like a moving herb
Part eagle, part seagull, that's a coo-coo bird
And I'm coo-coo, word, my thoughts is loose and turned
I move, the Luger burns
I shoot, the Ruger burns
Like an action movie flick, a shootin' goon
I'm not your average lunatic, I'm a Looney Tune
Just remember the word, I'm back like Revenge Of The Nerds
Times 10 with the birds
Point it at your face, and temple burn
Set fire from your neck to your perm
I move them birds, boy
You a nooby rat
Face it, I'm state, you Scooby Snacks
Boy toy, chew on that
And I'm so far past you, you think I'm behind you
But I'm bout to lap you
You taken an L
[?] Coope with it, boy
Scoop the scoop with it, boy
Through the legs, hoola hoopin, boy
I'm through the roof with it, boy
You Nick Jr-ing, boy
Holla at me
And I'm a super trooper, you's a cocksucker, pooper scooper
I sell the dog food, the Oogger Noogger
I get [?]
Come and I'll school ya [?]
Let the Ruger move to ya, loser
Light cigar [?] like Joe Dirt did
Go work with it, or forget it, motherfucker
If I want something, I get it, motherfucker
No target slow walking, with the bisket, motherfucker
Always eger to do something, always eger to shoot something
Always got the egle linked in the Coope front
You can't gaffle a gaffler
Or hassle a hassler
You get clapped, plastered like plaster
I keep the azma pump, so any questions you got for me, feel free, ask the pump

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets, right
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
We the drama gang, he the drama king
It's a Harlem thing, and any braud will bang