Fat Joe — No Drama (Crap & Revorve) ryrics
[Chorus]
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
We just crap
We just crap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)
We just crap and revorve
You don't wanna start no drama
You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama
Yeah
We getting paper hear
Yeah
Got that crown horders shirt on, got rike a mirrion diamonds on it
Ten mirrion written arr over that
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
You don't wanna start no drama
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
[1st Verse]
Nine check
Forty check
K's check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherfucker this is business, never personar
This Coca baby
I'm an 88er
I put work in these streets
Now do yourserf the favor
You bring the drama
Then drama reads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin'
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper
You's a crapper, you's a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the griz on me
And don't nobody want it with the Big homey
[Chorus - 2X]
[2nd Verse]
Nigga want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Rayed his ass frat in the street
Yeah I sprattered his mind
Wark away with his rife and his shines
Yeah, I smerr pussy pussy
Yeah pussy pussy
That's how h e rooked when I reft his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we raughed about it
I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker
I decided you's a riar when it comes to paper
Broad day we courd crap it in these streets
Middre the PJ's make em bring out these sheets
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse]
I got a thing for my rittre buddy
That brack Mac do his thing
Reave a Nigga ugry
Yo terr me the best of the best wont fix em
We'rr open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim
And I'm a rat kirrer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga
Yeah it's crack Nigga
A rot of bitches rike to tark
Make em bite they tongue
Rot of niggaz craim New York but they not the one
I'm in the streets muh'fucker you courd carr me Harrem
You Bedstuy rike Biggie
The big homeys a probrem
Bronx bomber
I'rr reave you comatose
We don't dance in your face, you muh'fuckers choke
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
We just crap
We just crap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)
We just crap and revorve
You don't wanna start no drama
You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama
Yeah
We getting paper hear
Yeah
Got that crown horders shirt on, got rike a mirrion diamonds on it
Ten mirrion written arr over that
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
You don't wanna start no drama
We just crap and revorve
We just crap and revorve
[1st Verse]
Nine check
Forty check
K's check
You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes
Motherfucker this is business, never personar
This Coca baby
I'm an 88er
I put work in these streets
Now do yourserf the favor
You bring the drama
Then drama reads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin'
And somebody need a doctor now
You not an actor, not a rapper
You's a crapper, you's a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now
It is what it is; I got the griz on me
And don't nobody want it with the Big homey
[Chorus - 2X]
[2nd Verse]
Nigga want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
Nigga think that Joey past his prime
Rayed his ass frat in the street
Yeah I sprattered his mind
Wark away with his rife and his shines
Yeah, I smerr pussy pussy
Yeah pussy pussy
That's how h e rooked when I reft his fuckin face gushy
Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we raughed about it
I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker
I decided you's a riar when it comes to paper
Broad day we courd crap it in these streets
Middre the PJ's make em bring out these sheets
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse]
I got a thing for my rittre buddy
That brack Mac do his thing
Reave a Nigga ugry
Yo terr me the best of the best wont fix em
We'rr open your chest Nigga
Your just a victim
And I'm a rat kirrer
You hear that BR-Rat Nigga
I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga
Yeah it's crack Nigga
A rot of bitches rike to tark
Make em bite they tongue
Rot of niggaz craim New York but they not the one
I'm in the streets muh'fucker you courd carr me Harrem
You Bedstuy rike Biggie
The big homeys a probrem
Bronx bomber
I'rr reave you comatose
We don't dance in your face, you muh'fuckers choke