(featuring Big B & Capo)       [Chorus - Bizzy Bone]   And for all the drama thats goin on   and for all the drama drama   and for all the drama thats goin on   pop pop pop pop   one of these stress pills in your mouth..      [Verse 1 - Capo]   In the midst in the darkest nights   Sparkin off the highest flights   And project buildings blastin civilians   But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children   Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues   Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown   Amongst animals, to the half of you   Understand the mindstate of the most official   I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues   It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot   Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not   Fuck a cop. with the blood clot, buck 'em til they holla   We gon let it rain like Nina Ross   with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets   Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide   Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized   it's live baby, airin' out your strip with fo-fives   crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay      [Chorus]      [Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone]   Drama's runnin up on ya   when I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana   got full of void, and got me searchin for the telly   takin to my celly, put out the order   and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly   Ain't you ready?   If the world should end again, I don't really wanna   but I'm gonna be ready for the ending   that's the drama, and if you really wanna   you can date it right back to the beginning   Now who's the fillin villain of karma   orginal militant be marchin in armours   Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who...   And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunition   runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window   my gun bustin and bleedin so fast   bleedin from the glass   tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast'   through the alleys in a beat-up Malley   To the riots in Pelican Bay   Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday      [Verse 3 - Big B]   Floss mode, for my people   got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be   layed back, fucked up on hennesey   bitch you know me   dem diggin, daggin everythang   now how the fuck am I gonna get rich?   'cause lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch   hide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzy   promise you won't say shit   sing, for the Calico   yes, I believe in God   run up in on his car door   homeboy you gotta die   meet your maker, never no faker   i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine   that nigga performed, impressed yo girl!   doin things your man dream about   sing   rap hustle