All About Drama - Celph Titled

It’s all about drama

Yeah, and that’s the way that it is

It’s all about drama

Yeah, and that’s the way that it is

(Verse 1: Big Scoob)

Man I sell drama, wholesale prices, Big Scoob

Come to my hood and you leave iceless

Feel the pain that the streets could bring

Feel the slugs as they hit your brain

BK, push through, leaving you homesick

Brownsville niggas make you run home quick

It’s like a bowling ball on your forehead

You can’t fight, lay your whole team down, just like a strike

I’m real with it, you can find me on the hill with it

Bring your gun you can still get killed with it

Two headed nickel, no tell when the cops come

We bring drama like dum-da-dum-dum

Trendsetters, crazy, don’t make me murder your baby, your baby

Y’all niggas wear bubble gum drawers just to pop shit

J-Fame, Sleepy, Vegas, all hot shit

It’s all about drama

Yeah, and that’s the way that it is

It’s all about drama

Yeah, and that’s the way that it is

(Verse 2: Sleepy Eyes)

Ay, yo, let me get a paper to write

Plus a pen to use, I run through tracks like

Carl Lewis tennis shoes

Run through packs and market my chemicals

Hump hood rats who gargle my genitals

Models and interludes

The big chrome that I ride shoot through your alloys

And swallow your inner tubes, I bend the rules

Play dirty like James Worthy

And quick with tools

Flame 30 at Jake 30

I skip through school

Play early at 8:30

Your clique is fools I place birdies

In grace early, I do this rap shit

For my bitches and thugs

Till them out of town niggas

Getting triples for drugs

Spot runners to the young chicks stripping in clubs

Hoop riders sticking ‘em up and switching to dubs

I spit like a pistol with slugs

So devoted, I play the block for nickels and bubs

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

Now I might hustle some crack just to feed my seeds

But I ain’t got none, so every red cent is for me

On Columbian blocks, posting up

Ballsy enough to sling yayo there

You can say I got cocoanuts

Knock, knock open up

Guess who it is

It’s that boy Celph Titled with a gun to your kids

And my CD booklet got some 3D crook shit

Blueprints, diagrams and recipes to cook with

Any day of the week, I’m letting the tool spray

No need for an appointment can shoot for Tuesday

I got guns and songs and songs about guns

Had gold fronts in ‘92, robbing kids for Nike shoes

Look at the life we choose, we ain’t just some rappers

We fill coliseums, wile out and hang from rafters

Valedictorian from the school of hard knocks

So fuck Dow Jones, my rifles got large stocks

(Verse 4: Ali Vegas)

Ay, yo, I flow nice, seven digits show price

Struggle my whole life, hustle and roll dice

In the hood with the Gods, Vegas cause I’m good with the cards

While niggas was flipping packs, I was getting stacks

With a few hands of eights and few hands of penny pack

I can get ‘em smacked with the mac, but I ain’t really into that

Young Carl Bruce, swifter than mongoose, do a block with my arms loose

Palming my orange juice, look I live the hard knock life

Dickies suit, Caterpillar, Carhartt life

The prince don’t get along with cats

Ice grill me, here’s a cold shoulder to go along with that

I usually perform with cats, but I’m back to my biz

Ali Vegas uprising, that’s what it is

Eyes low, one of the illest from Queens

And I’m a body every young rapper until I’m the king, mother fucker