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Gambino Family Drama N My City Here are the song lyrics for Drama N My City by Gambino Family. For more excellent Gambino Family lyrics, run a search! Typed by: BigGuy49@webtv.net chorus [G-Spade] Nothin' but drama n my city dawg On every boulevard and every ward We sendin' niggas to tha morg Nothin' but drama n my city dawg I pity y'all If y'all bustas ain't cocked, these niggas play it raw [G-Spade] Every ward n my city bustin' Niggas livin' for somethin' But dyin' for nothin' Head bustin' Cuz they thought you said somethin' (Bitch what you say?) That's why a nigga packin' that steel We wear white handkerchiefs on the battlefield Now then Them niggas steady droppin' like flies From my hood to your hood, niggas losin' they lives (Niggas losin' they lives) So I keep on cock So I won't be the next one to fall off my block [Valario] Oh Shit! I heard shots The spot's hot Wit' constant killin' Blood spillin' Another dead body left unforgiven On both sides of the river I'm lettin' 'em go, lettin' 'em rip Lettin' 'em hollow shot flip Dawg, it's real n the field Choppers choppin' Bodies droppin' NIggas screamin' help When they gettin' dealt Nobody come Until the red rum is done There's drama n my city [Halloway] Nothin' but 3-5-7 totas And cutthroatas Smokin' niggas like doulja N a city of us souljas Shots rang from the East to the Westbanks But I ain't even trippin' cuz I roll n a tank God bless ya if you slippin' greatly That's that ass from the U.P.T., accross the canal They blast Wit' my mask and my vest on Cuz I ain't trynna get my rest on If it's on, then it's on chorus 2X [KLC] I'm they lay back mean man Pockets full of green man Niggas on my city have you leanin' like a kickstand I'm on some of that "you want for that shit" Because the city that you live n Got niggas given n You see I'm straight from the 3rd You heard Where niggas talk wit' a slur And they mean every slur word So get your mind right when you enter my cty Cuz every city's pretty [Melichoir] I give a fuck, I'm tired of livin' on my ass This is stress of the game, they got me movin' fast It ain't easy, you best believe it's gon' get harder Instead of livin' on the streets, I rather put n slaughter Magnolia, Calliope is where a nigga be You fuck around and get taped to an oak tree Damn, that's nothin' but drama around my way black You keep playin' you get hollows up you fuckin' spine [Reginelli] Reginelli, I'm born and raised n they U.P.T. Magnolia, Melphanine to the CP3 If you fuckin' wit' these niggas, you won't get no sleep Besides, we play the game raw, so if you beef wit' me Fake niggas get it real Playa hatas gettin' killed Bitch, bullets fly at will Bitch, I hope you play it real They got drama n my city Dead bodie on the curb Wit' bad tempers and bad nerves Niggas get what they deserve [Gotti] 40 Calibers and Smith-and-Wessons From when these fuckin' cops is stressin' Lord bless me, but these coward's testin' me Automatic guns fire tearin' holes through your flesh Retaliatin' on my enemies, when they say death Southern hospitality, so I'm snathin' your breath The Commission, and The Family nigga, rippin' the track We finally grew now watch this paper stack I stay strapped The Magnolia Projects is where I hustle at chorus 2X
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