[Intro: Jaheim]
Believe me when I tell ya
You don`t want the drama
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
A yo, for years I been buyin` my coke from the same cat
Dominican nigga who look black (that`s right)
This summer I heard that (ha!)
I see me always swerve wit a (give it up!) where the bird at (yeah)
Apocalyptic, I pop biscuits (apocalypse), my bitch is topless
Not too excited I skeet skeet my own boxes
Drama King got the drama goods (bluh, bluh, bluh!)
Same place as the Domin` Osama Hood
Shoot up the thug and still puttin` the dame on it
The pimps had to give me a cup wit my name on it
I was Gordito
I`m still Gordo or Gito
Still know how to get the raw dough for cheap-o (cheap)
I`m lastin` all palm wit the connect of a perico (parakeet)
N.O.R.E. got no manners (no manners!)
I take a picture of ya culo wit the phone cameras
Go into ya own banners (ha!), they say my ballin` so hot like lone candles
And port or part of Santiago wit my own hammers (oh!)
[Chorus: Jaheim, Left Gunz]
[Left Gunz] Believe me when I say (oh!)
[Jaheim] You don`t want no drama
[Left Gunz] It`s ghetto die hood, thugged out all day (what?!)
[Jaheim] You don`t want no problems (oh ohh!)
[Left Gunz] Shit is real killer, you could ask KaySlay
[Jaheim] Believe me when I tell ya!
[Left Gunz] We drama kings nigga we don`t play
[Jaheim] You don`t want the drama
[Verse 2: Nature]
Nature, alright, the year 2000 and 4 the War Report (port)
Niggaz make it out the hood, it`s a small reward (ward)
We all fucked up and mauled cause that`s all we saw (alright)
Tryin` to rob from the the rich and let the poor get poor (poor)
Or rob the poor cause niggaz be the hungriest (my niggaz)
I`m on the Internet - catch me on your Buddy List (I`ll be in trouble, ha!)
Catch me where the money is, megas and millions (megas)
And the barrel got the kick of 11 guerillas (shout!)
Seen niggaz get hit and lose a whole lot of blood (what?)
When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin` how to stunt (stunt)
Uptown, Downtown, go wherever he at (wherever he at)
Nigga make it implication, shit better be fat (shit better)
Nigga small talk, it`s all talk - let it be that (let it be that)
I get pussy from my friends (pussy!) give my enemies clap (ha ha!)
You don`t want me on ya block (you don`t want me) niggaz better be strapped
So relax nigga
[Chorus: Jaheim, Left Gunz]
[Verse 3: Left Gunz]
My name ring from the Clippers to the Nets (yeah)
You could look and see I`m Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats (oh)
Far from the type of cat that pay a bitch`s rent
I got a +Fox+ like +Vivica+ and never gave her +50 Cent+ (ha ha!)
And I bet you ain`t ready for war yet (uh)
My niggaz got stripes, who walk around like the Barbershop Quartet? (ooh!)
It`s no way to harm this nigga
I don`t need no bitch to pump eye until my arms get bigger
Still a problem in this the rap game, problem in the street
Yo Slay, they havin` problems, we can solve em wit the heat
I show em what the drama is
That`s when ya whole shit splattered all across the front porch in momma crib
And wit a couple hot slugs get behind ya ribs (ooh!)
You really mean it when ya screamin` , I`m just tryin` to live!
The game is over now
Y`all niggaz slept long enough, time to come up out that coma now, uh
[Chorus: Jaheim, Left Gunz]
[Verse 4: Jaheim]
Yo, straight off the bat
You don`t want the drama nigga Left Gunz gon` clap
When I`m comin` try to run and catch one in ya back
Ooh! You don`t really want the problems
Got a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem
Pop goes the weasel, out comes the Mack
And nothin` to gain but pimpin` the game
