That’s Drama

[Intro]
To all my real niggas in the house, check me out
Without a doubt, Aftermath
Ha ha

[Verse 1]
See, back in '93 when Eazy-E was alive
Gs hit the spot to show the world how to ride
But ever since he died, man, I ain't felt shit
But this time to get these frauds delt wit
Y'all niggas got shaked, mad cause y'all niggas is fake
I'm sick of all them lies telling you take
Knowin' damn well you frauds are made, or wanna be
You's a prankster, made a little money turned gangster
You're feeling paranoia? Yeah loc, I got somethin' for ya
It's real life, triflin' niggas all up on ya
Now, who you're scarin'? Who you're darin' little whinny?
With your played out locs and beanie
I'll knock you out, let me show you what this westside's about
Fuck them hoes, get money, get clout
But so many boast about this and that
And what they would do with that empty strap
Load your gun, that's if you even own one
You're throwin' up signs where you from, never heard of you
Kill the murderers and bust verses at your way
Cause King T's set trippin' on the bay

[Hook]
Y'all fools got drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools throwin' up westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim
That's drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools yellin' out westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim

[Verse 2]
Extra, extra, hear the whole scoop about your group
They faker than them birds with the whoop, it ain't real
The ship might sail, but when the truth hits the light
Your punk ass probably can't fight
Tellin' all your gangster tales over your played out beats
Woofin' like you're comin' from the streets
But when I'm at your back with heat, there's no room for explainin'
Stripped like a bitch for campaignin'
I'm aiming at these fools who didn't pay their dues like WC
Experience to rough and hard times like Run D
The triflin' King T is back with the twelve gauge
I'm finna act a fool, niggas felt the rampage
Worldwide, with Pooh and Bobcat and Black Devin
I've ripped payback in '87
Swear it ends, I bring the real gangster Bis' unconcealed
Your whole background will be revealed

[Hook]
Y'all fools got drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools yellin' out westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim
That's drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools throwin' up westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim

[Verse 3]
They call me Big Ballin', suckers can't fade King Tipsy
Alcoholic gypsy, murderin' these sissies
Diss me, I'll find that ass up real crispy
Glock Nine, talkin' to you now, baby, kiss me
Caution, let me dress that ass for your coffin
Often, I bring it to these fools quite awesome
I ain't nothin' to fuck around with
Cause baby, I'll leave you worthless like [?]
I came through to break it down for my coast
The land of the big dogs and the C-Locs
Ain't to be trusted, so raise on up
Before your punk ass probably get stuck
You little bitch

[Hook]
You got drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools yellin' out westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim
That's drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools yellin' out westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim
That's drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools throwin' up westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim
That's drama, talkin' out your brain for fame
It's time to put the bitch made for shame
These fools yellin' out westside, knowin' that they never gangbang
Much less F around with the hood they claim