Lirik Lagu Drama Is Real - The Game
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(feat. San Quinn)
[20 second instrumental to open]
[San Quinn]Drama is real, like not wakin upI'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrustYour mouth is on shut, your emotions are hiddenFor you to handle your business, you are more than drivenIf you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop signEverytime you spotted they call it shot timeNot at the gym but in the grim reaper's handsYou important if a bullet hits, injure your plansThis is not an adventure, but a full-time dutyIf you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzisSometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takinNo more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hanginNo mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plusNo mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubsCause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrapI'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash
[Chorus: The Game]If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a niggaIf the stash spot smokin I done murdered a niggaSan Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggazWe take this beef shit further than niggazStreets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggazAll-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggazHave your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggazWe take this beef shit personal nigga
[The Game]I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vetI'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam backRest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with thatKeep the M2 on my hip, I live with thatEat with that, sleep with that, come get meFour-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basketSix in your truck, get you each a casketPut termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbageA wife right here, see if she can weave through trafficEverybody gotta die, when the beef is activeIf you know Game, you know I'll never give free passesBut I give choices, how you want it, metal or plasticLife is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tailCops on the payroll so me and Quinn live wellAnd I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as wellShotgun got mo' punks than shells
[Chorus]
[The Game]See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggazWe throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figuresSuede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the RugerBroad daylight, blow the windows out of your CougarMove in the S5, plus my, leather dust flySpark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too muchTurn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nahKeep the fifth close like Starsky & HutchYour daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so whatBlow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole frontsHave you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of strawsI guess I got that same ol' harmI ain't for play, the Game is rawSpecialize in death jackets, here try these bullets onAnd next time have all my cheese cause if you owe meGuns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze
[Chorus]
[20 second instrumental to open]
[San Quinn]Drama is real, like not wakin upI'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrustYour mouth is on shut, your emotions are hiddenFor you to handle your business, you are more than drivenIf you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop signEverytime you spotted they call it shot timeNot at the gym but in the grim reaper's handsYou important if a bullet hits, injure your plansThis is not an adventure, but a full-time dutyIf you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzisSometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takinNo more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hanginNo mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plusNo mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubsCause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrapI'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash
[Chorus: The Game]If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a niggaIf the stash spot smokin I done murdered a niggaSan Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggazWe take this beef shit further than niggazStreets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggazAll-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggazHave your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggazWe take this beef shit personal nigga
[The Game]I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vetI'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam backRest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with thatKeep the M2 on my hip, I live with thatEat with that, sleep with that, come get meFour-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basketSix in your truck, get you each a casketPut termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbageA wife right here, see if she can weave through trafficEverybody gotta die, when the beef is activeIf you know Game, you know I'll never give free passesBut I give choices, how you want it, metal or plasticLife is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tailCops on the payroll so me and Quinn live wellAnd I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as wellShotgun got mo' punks than shells
[Chorus]
[The Game]See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggazWe throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figuresSuede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the RugerBroad daylight, blow the windows out of your CougarMove in the S5, plus my, leather dust flySpark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too muchTurn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nahKeep the fifth close like Starsky & HutchYour daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so whatBlow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole frontsHave you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of strawsI guess I got that same ol' harmI ain't for play, the Game is rawSpecialize in death jackets, here try these bullets onAnd next time have all my cheese cause if you owe meGuns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze
[Chorus]
