Drama lord      [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzini ]   Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord   Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud   If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together   Real niggas do real things, so that mean whatever   You was warned before you came   So I ain't to blame for your ass being torn out the frame   I get nuts off whenever beef occur   All I'm askin ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?   If you want it, then you can get it, homes   What you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone   Come with your boys and roll with force   No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for your chestboard   Tell my peoples that's real: Get your steel   Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hill   Lil' Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it   Shaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang   Danzenie will never have it, that's why I keep my automatic   In case I run into some static   Search all night, lookin for the gun fight   Troopin from dust to dawn, ready to get it on   Creep through the town, checkin out the scene   Index finger on the trigger of my serve machine   So don't ever harass me, or put nothin past me   Cause you'll be the next when I blast, gee   Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause   For Billy Danzenie, the drama lord      [ VERSE 2: Lil' Fame ]   Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start static?   Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!   Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet   Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete   M.O.P.'s ready to hurt a muthafucka   Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville Sluggers   Punk niggas game, and I spot it   When I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"   Once it's on nobody play fight   Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad daylight   Instead of a nigga hurtin me first   I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse   Though guys come with it and get it   Whenever I got my heat, man   I bring the beef like the meat man   Put him away, send his ass to Jesus   Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in pieces   Me and my peoples got all types of gats   12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs   4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog   To set it off and let the dogs loose   Put up your shit and we can rumble   But if I'm in double trouble   Then I'ma bust a nigga like a bubble   See, the niggas that I roll with, they don't run   Niggas use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun   Son, we'll bring the terror to your territory   Pump em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40    Word to mama, when it's drama I send em to the morgue   Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord