(Kokane) 

Ah yeah... 



(Spice 1) 

Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped 

Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back 

Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage 

Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains 

Me and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptie 

with the fifth degree in Martin, the car ain't startin 

Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the Chevy 

Wavin Techs up in the air like Machine-Gun Kelly 

I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket 

One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quick 

enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots 

droppin got them shakin like they cop lockin 

Ski skirt clout smokin down the street 

with his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat 

I check myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me 

Shoppers singin like Whitney they wanna fit me 

With a Full Metal Jacket, but they don't get me 

Not one bullet touch my body, not even nick me 

We rushed my homie to the nearest Carsa hospital 

But it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!) 



(Chorus w/variations: Kokane) 

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

I don't give a fuck about you 

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 



(Spice 1) 

We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergency 

Feelin go perform my own open heart surgery 

Because my partner shouldn't died like that 

We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back 

So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revenge 

But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold 

Behold a Chevy with gold deeds 

could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like Swiss cheese 

Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get closer 

Don't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the Dullja's 

With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch 

The midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirt 

they'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here 

We ain't no suckers, we doin it like John Gottie 

We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies 



(Chorus w/variations: Kokane) 

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

I don't give a fuck about you 

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 



(Spice 1) 

We built up out the scene with out a clue 

People call the police but that's all they can do 

We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse 

We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force 

And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the decease 

Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease 

up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the Mafia 

This ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters 

Try their pager, jealous cause you livin major 

Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor 

And suckers who don't feel me, get the Red Laser 

And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders 

but get snatched out their Range Rovers 



(Chorus w/variations: Kokane) 

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

I don't give a fuck about you 

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

Now I don't give a fuck about you 

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

Now I don't give a fuck about you 

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! 

Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a fuck about you, yeah 

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me 

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!