Drama Never Ends Lyrics - 50 Cent

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe 

Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me 

The drama's gonna never end, never end 

Keep thinkin' I'm playin' 

I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me 

You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me 

The drama's gonna never end, never end 

Keep thinkin' I'm playin' 

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit 

That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em in chalk shit 

I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies 

Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory 

Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it 

I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it 

Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart 

Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then 

I'll hunt you like a great dane 

Hit you, hit you like a freight train 

Run off with your fake chains 

I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in 

Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in 

Little shit could be a big enough reason 

You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them 

I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome 

Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun 

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I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe 

Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me 

The drama's gonna never end, never end 

Keep thinkin' I'm playin' 

I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me 

You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me 

The drama's gonna never end, never end 

Keep thinkin' I'm playin' 

Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with 

Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this 

Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy 

Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long 

Big strap for robberies with my little 380 

I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby 

You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin' 

Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision 

What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank 

Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks 

Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit 

I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get 

This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson 

When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression 

You got to go to work on a nigga 

The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga 

My gift to a gravedigger 

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I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe 

Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me 

The drama's gonna never end, never end 

Keep thinkin' I'm playin' 

I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me 

You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me 

The drama's gonna never end, never end 

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'