(feat. Ghetto Comission, KLC)



[chorus: G-Spade]

Nothin' but drama n my city dawg

On every boulevard and every ward

We sendin' niggas to tha morg

Nothin' but drama n my city dawg

I pity y'all

If y'all bustas ain't cocked, these niggas play it raw



[G-Spade]

Every ward n my city bustin'

Niggas livin' for somethin'

But dyin' for nothin'

Head bustin'

Cuz they thought you said somethin' (Bitch what you say?)

That's why a nigga packin' that steel

We wear white handkerchiefs on the battlefield

Now then

Them niggas steady droppin' like flies

From my hood to your hood, niggas losin' they lives 

(Niggas losin' they lives)

So I keep on cock

So I won't be the next one to fall off my block



[Valario]

Oh Shit! I heard shots

The spot's hot

Wit' constant killin'

Blood spillin'

Another dead body left unforgiven

On both sides of the river

I'm lettin' 'em go, lettin' 'em rip

Lettin' 'em hollow shot flip

Dawg, it's real n the field

Choppers choppin'

Bodies droppin'

NIggas screamin' help

When they gettin' dealt

Nobody come

Until the red rum is done

There's drama n my city



[Halloway]

Nothin' but 3-5-7 totas

And cutthroatas

Smokin' niggas like doulja

N a city of us souljas

Shots rang from the East to the Westbanks

But I ain't even trippin' cuz I roll n a tank

God bless ya if you slippin' greatly

That's that ass from the U.P.T., accross the canal

They blast

Wit' my mask and my vest on

Cuz I ain't trynna get my rest on

If it's on, then it's on



[chorus x2]



[KLC]

I'm they lay back mean man

Pockets full of green man

Niggas on my city have you leanin' like a kickstand

I'm on some of that "you want for that shit"

Because the city that you live n

Got niggas given n

You see I'm straight from the 3rd

You heard

Where niggas talk wit' a slur

And they mean every slur word

So get your mind right when you enter my cty

Cuz every city's pretty



[Melichoir]

I give a fuck, I'm tired of livin' on my ass

This is stress of the game, they got me movin' fast

It ain't easy, you best believe it's gon' get harder

Instead of livin' on the streets, I rather put n slaughter

Magnolia, Calliope is where a nigga be

You fuck around and get taped to an oak tree

Damn, that's nothin' but drama around my way black

You keep playin' you get hollows up you fuckin' spine



[Reginelli]

Reginelli, I'm born and raised n they U.P.T.

Magnolia, Melphanine to the CP3

If you fuckin' wit' these niggas, you won't get no sleep

Besides, we play the game raw, so if you beef wit' me

Fake niggas get it real

Playa hatas gettin' killed

Bitch, bullets fly at will

Bitch, I hope you play it real

They got drama n my city

Dead bodie on the curb

Wit' bad tempers and bad nerves

Niggas get what they deserve



[Gotti]

40 Calibers and Smith-and-Wessons

From when these fuckin' cops is stressin'

Lord bless me, but these coward's testin' me

Automatic guns fire tearin' holes through your flesh

Retaliatin' on my enemies, when they say death

Southern hospitality, so I'm snathin' your breath

The Commission, and The Family nigga, rippin' the track

We finally grew now watch this paper stack

I stay strapped

The Magnolia Projects is where I hustle at



[chorus x2]