Fat Joe - No drama | Текст песни

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• Fat Joe
• No drama

9 check, 40 check, K's check, You be the first to go
Haze yes, Ye yes, Motherfucker this is business, never personal
This Coca baby, I'm an 88er
I put work in these streets, Now do yourself the favor
You bring the drama, Then drama leads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin'
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper, You's a clapper, you's a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the gliz on me
And don't nobody want it with the Big homey

[Chorus - 2X]

Nigga want beef with me, Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Layed his ass flat in the street
Yeah I splattered his mind
Walk away with his life and his shines
Yeah, I smell pussy pussy, Yeah pussy pussy
That's how he looked when I left his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it, Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it
I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'm a money maker
I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper
Broad day we could clap it in these streets
Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets

[Chorus]

I got a thing for my little buddy
That black Mac do his thing, Leave a Nigga ugly
Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em
We'll open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim, And I'm a rat killer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don't rap in fact I'm just that Nigga
Yeah it's crack Nigga
A lot of bitches like to talk, Make em bite they tongue
Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one
I'm in the streets muh'fucker you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie, The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber, I'll leave you comatose
We don't dance in your face, you muh'fuckers choke

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