[Jim Jones]

Uhh, okay, y'all know what this is

Jim Capo nigga, we back on this motherfucker

Drama King, drama game, bird caine

DipSet, Diplomat - y'all know what it is

Exclusive nigga, for the streets

Harlem, stand up, Eastside representers

You know what it is, check it



Passed my hood throwin weed out the window

Half my hood they be out the window

Tell KaySlay throw the key out the window

I parked in front so I can see out the window

Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the side

So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride

Better yet like pilots we fly

Trust me you be flyin all high

like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds

And we bump the birds but "mums" the word

Word, word - man bird gang

I thought you heard mayne

But hold on holmes, I be rollin stones

Rocked up like a rollin stone

Blocked up and I hold the chrome

Pop up I will blow up homes, DipSet, he know it's on

Yeah, it ain't even fair

I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him there

Just bleedin there, no breathin air

Just leave him there 'til police get there

Whoo! That's my kind of work

Fucked up buletproof liner shirt

Then we grind the work, all kind of work

We watch po-po, they tryin alerts

Fuck that dough, they dyin of thirst

Huh, so we cop it and fry it

Chop and divide it, toppers supply it

Yeah - hit the block and he try it

Yeah - watch the cops when they eye us

Yeah - you know our block starts riots



[Chorus 2X: Jim Jones, Juelz Santana]

If it's drama we can start it

Start the drama, get retarded

Grab the llama, load the cartridge

Turn yo' ass into a target



If it's drama we gon' start it

If it's problems we gon' solv