So Much Drama lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : So Much Drama



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featuring Nik Nack

Verse 1 *(Nik
Nack)*

Nik Nack is in the house for the
four
my niggaz locked up left a kilo.... it's
good as sold
stole
gumbo pot
creamery
rise to the top
my limo even slide
through on the late night for that high
I wanna
zoom zoom bumpin Luni Tunes
candy paint K
5
bitches I stay high
playa hate
callin
me a balla shot calla
cuz I'm slangin all the
major weight
blam!!
close the door to my
residence,
po-po start searchin low, but found
no evidence,
they tryin to wash me an our
county like Downy,
quick to pick a nigga Nack
up like Downty,
don't clown
me,
bitch!!
dike hoes wanna lick my
clit,
but end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit
a dick,
down fo my shit,
tricks wanna get
em up wit me,
because they heard their
baby-daddy fucked wit me,
but I'm out on you
hoes,
wit the 10 g belt,
the only thing I'm
concentratin on is checkin my mail,
what the
hell??!! what the fuck??!!
do you
mean,
your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he
smoked up all my ice cream,
oops upside yo
head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop,
let yo
nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get
lolli-hopped,
by everybody on the turf,
oh
yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that
welfare check is mines on
the
first.

*(chorus)* x2

It's so much
drama in the streets,
an I can't tell you why
the funk be deep!
Do you really know where ya
going to,
an do you like the things that life
is showin you??

Verse 2
*(Knumskull)*

Fuck around an trust yo
underfolks,
like dope fiends, you leave yo
cream wit,
post, you come back an yo whole
bundle gone,
or this, niggaz add dirt to the
list,
getaway clean,
but one wanna keep
everything,
he gots to cook it, cuz we need
the good shit to post,
tryin to bake a whole
thing, this fool claim that the pot broke,
but
here goes 5 g's an dubbs,
you can probably
catch mo cuz I chop slugs,
blood bubbles, so I
charge it to the game wit no shame,
even though
we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine,
I got
fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool,
(Why
meee!!)
cuz that 5 g's he gave me was
boo-boo,
too much drama in the streets of the
Oak,
niggaz will tell you what they want you
to hear,
not what you should know,
instead
of sellin mo cream,
niggaz is sellin mo
dreams,
lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit
no fiends,
now this is sumpthin that I don't
understand,
why the FUCK would that nigga
Master P call himself the Ice Cream
Man,
BITCH!! Don't you hear the
muzik??
That's jankie as fuck,
he musta
been off the fluid,
niggaz steadily tryin to
take shit from the next man,
don't playa hate,
juss give a pound an let the best stand,
it's
too much skrilla in the Land,
fo niggaz to be
hatin,
Captian Savin,
I juss don't
understand.

Verse 3
*(Yukmouth)*

Cuz when I was a youngsta,
money was so damn hard to find.
But dealt wit
my young comrads an we was deadly on the
grind.
When I wanted to bubble, fools start
trippin talkin shit.
They never woulda thought
I'd be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the
grip.

Check this out here you jive ass
turkeys man. Hoe's slobberin-obberin in
the O.
There's only one Mobb man, don't hop on the back
of the Ice Cream
truck an get yo ass booted
off.

I can't stand punks on a man
hunt,
that destroy,
lay low, cuz my
four-four,
will make yo ass glow, like Bruce
Lee woo,
(sho nuff)
since they
bigga,
many figga that I can't throw,
but
they don't know about this bole-legged skinny
nigga,
mad because I'm foldin grip,
plus
rollin thick,
still up on that late night
loadin clips,
holdin shit,
to
myself,
shotgun bullets be bad fo them
health,
so save that gang-bang shit on
somebody else,
where I peep thugs,
have
drugs to sell you,
don't fuck wit the
L-U-N-I-Z that's what they tell you,
peep the
murder we wrote,
we roll wit C-Note an
Noo-Trybe to fools slide,
at my show because I
make the whole fuckin O hooride
slide to get
the remedy,
M.D.,
twamp, twamp,
make you
wanna pump, pump on the enemy,
been havin
suicidal tendecies the whole day,
alazae will
have a nigga on lock down like
O.J.,
(slang-a-gang-of-caine)
like the
Cubans,
they hate when I'm crusin,
don't
fuck around an get yo life ruined fool,
so
take yo last look,
you get yo ass
whooped,
Rolex took,
cuz broke niggaz make
the best crooks,
you best look over your
shoulder, highrolla,
wit that cola, cuz my
soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does,
no
bluers or blunders,
we fed to head wit mo bread
than Wonder,
an strapped wit a Mac-11 an go
under.

*(chorus)* 4X