(feat. INF-Black, Kawz, Letha Face)



[Chorus: Letha Face]

If you don't want the drama, bust your gun

You don't want the drama, here I come

You don't want the drama



[Letha Face]

Top chrome spin, whirlwinds, microphone's bend

Some grown men, moan when they sold they soul to sin

Unfolded with thin lies, the aura to make the papermate fry

You escaped fate, watch the snake eyes

Pre-heat the oven guides, now watch the cake rise

Eight size gorillas in the background, clap rounds

Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds

Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound

Scratched out, names from the guest list, treacherous

Wreckless, the death kiss, die with a deathwish

Expect this, underwater flow to leave you breathless

My sentences structured to rupture your laser discs

Razors in my fist, swing til I can't swing

Do my damn thing, guns don't jam when I bang



[Kawz]

I went through concrete and bars, still hit the god damn tar

The love of money got me wanting the car

It's obvious that the game won't change, I still slang crack cocaine

Got a full plate in front of me

Son I gotta eat, no kids to feed

So I gotta cop something new for my feet



[Chorus]



[INF-Black]

Double tactics, smoke niggaz out like crack addicts

Face, pass it, I storm out wild, straight jurassic

My habits: drink liquor, smoke weed, get bent backwards

I play the lab, cuz I might spaz with ill fashion

Crashin' all ya M.C.'s rep and drop classics

Ya'll pretty boppin' get holes right your satan

It's peace and clackin', keep it dirty in the stashin'

You push me, homey, have your body layin' in Manhattan

Yeah, I'm from Staten, where the streets talk, the block listen

That's why I keep the gauge loaded 4/5 in the kitchen

Three eighty in my waist, I ain't playin' what I'm sayin'

Have your whole shit replaced, in broad day

So I keep it low, had to stop coppin' from Broadway

Ya'll phony niggaz know you to slow to face me

Get a taste of the young g, with the case of the Old E'

When I shave the goatee, from frontin' with me



[Chorus x2]



[U-God]

It's time, to set it off, master of metaphors

You heard of this predator, Stoneface Skeletor

Knocked down for ten long yards, I'm still standin' tall

Ready for war, let it flow like the reservoir

Dough in my treasure drawer, spit out my cannon ball

Run for the embersole, yeah, I could handle ya'll

Verses got many more, damage any challenge or

Catch me splurgin' at the Virgin MegaStore

Strong arm the dance floor, what more can you ask for?

Dashin' bachelors, and let you fry the circuits

I die for a purpose, behind the iron curtain

I'm, puttin' my work in, at the same time the Earth spin



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Letha Face]

You don't want to fuck with me