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So Much Drama

Gambino Family and Magic

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  • Original spelling: English
  • Album: Ghetto Organized
  • Views: 200
  • Year: 1998
  • Duration: 04:38
English
All this drama, and all this pain
Sometimes I wonder if we all put here for a game

So much drama, so much pain
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game
All the casualties, got us caught up in the game
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game

Picture this drama, that we stuck in
Lookin' for ways to keep from hustlin'
I wasn't born to be nothin'
And my muthafuckin' life is cursed
And I plan to see these streets for everything it was worth
And my momma lookin' at me like I was dead in a burst
Since the loss of my uncle,
My pain it got worse And it hurts to see my
Momm fallin' down in tears
And to me, my life ain't clear
Got me livin' in fear
Sheddin' tears, for my dead peers
Who's to blame for my muthafuckin'
Pain that I'm feelin' inside

Well nigga don't cry keep your head up and roll wit' this pressure
Control this pain that you feelin' 'cause it's only to test ya
Drama, I've been in since I left the wooms of my momma
Still trynna cope wit situations left behind me
Will I ever find another way even though I pray
Judgement day ain't far away from what my momma say
But I'm trapped in this thug livin' and thug sinnin' heavenly father
Forgive me for all my drug dealin' pressure and pain
All those that wanna make a change
But all this drama got a nigga trapped in this game

So much drama, so much pain
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game
All the casualties, got us caught up in the game
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game

So much drama, so much pain
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game
All the casualties, got us caught up in the game
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game

I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could recall bein' bad on the streets hustlin' for mine
I use to hustle wit' dimes
Now I'm hustlin' wit' rhymes
The FED's is watchin',
The police is crooked everywhere that a nigga go,
The law trynna book me
I grew up in the ghetto I'm sheddin' tears
And livin' in fear
Late at night, trynna sleep, shots rang out my ears
I'm present in this game, I feel the end is close
The other day I could've sworn I see a fuckin' ghost
It's hard to survive in the fuckin' N.O.
You never know when it's yo time to go

They got me livin' in a world that's full of despise
I can't cope wit' the authorities wit' this red in my eyes
So I proceed across the battlefield bustin' for glory
These demons preachin' for my soul, but I be damned if I'm buried
I got shit to live for I got dreams to forfill
If I die today or tomorrow, who gon' pick up the steel
Don't let mind deceive ya, you either kill or get killed
You muthafuckas ain't feelin' me, so it's best you get real
These fuckin' laws got a nigga stressin' but I'm a thug
Ain't no love on these streets for blacks wit' drawin' blood
Crooked cops tryin' to throw all us blacks n the rump
But lord protect us til' we make it home
It's so much drama nigga

So much drama, so much pain
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game
All the casualties, got us caught up in the game
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game

It's my time
I can feel your pain
Nigga now allow me to spit some game
Watch these stanky bitches beware a nigga that's lame
You can die in the hands of a coward, so keep your eyes open
I done seen a lot of hard niggas die wit' their chest smokin'
But have no worry Gambino family 'cause I'm on your side
If any of them break your tradition, then I'll be down to ride
Let no man question my dedication
To whoeva it is, I'll whoop his ass in front the whole nation
No interference from you outsidas I'm a rida
You runnin' and runnin' while all the time I'm right behind ya
Trust me like you trust your momma
Popps ain't raise no punks, I'm know for bringin' drama

So much drama, so much pain
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game
All the casualties, got us caught up in the game
So much drama, so much pain
All the casualties got us caught up in the game
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Written by: O'DELL VICKERS, E. BELL, L. JOHNSON, R. JOHNSON, M. JOHNSON, A. JOHNSON

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

Ghetto Organized
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Ghetto Organized

Q.B., Gambino Family, Magic, Mo B. Dick, Gotti, Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, Mia X, Silkk the Shocker, Porsha

  • Released: 1998
  • Views: 1.214
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