Drama - Ice T

Cruisin' for a bruisin' I'm talkin' no crap 
Pipe bomb in my trunk got a nine in my lap 
I'm layin' for a sprayin' tonight there's no playin' 
My posse's most strapped tonight the crew's weighin' 
Dust is burnin' the steering wheel's turnin' 
I'm out a week I'm already earnin' 
Suckers crossed tonight it's their loss 
Payback time boy life's the cost 
Gauges out the window one lay cross the roof 
They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof 
I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen 
But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden 
A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right 
Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights 

Drama (x4) 

Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less 
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest 
Copped another piece,hit the dark streets 
Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police 
Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos 
He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week 
3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep 
Got Alpines,Fishes,JVC's, 
Motorola Phones,Sony Color TV's 
Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze 
Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights 

Drama (x4) 

4 in the morning,lights in my face 
That's the time,you know the place 
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass 
Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass 
"What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?" 
I stuck to my alias,I know the game 
If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done 
"You're just makin' this harder on yourself,son" 
I know this shit by heart,I'm too clever 
"Have you ever been arrested before?" 
"Nope,never" 
Da reject all over his face 
You see no confession,no case 
Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin' 
Son of a bitch-he was a snitch 

Drama (x6) 

Under I went,I caught a case and half 
He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed 
Now I'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro 
I can't move until the man says go 
A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing 
I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain 
Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks 
Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks 
The joint is like an oven of caged heat 
You're just a number,another piece of tough meat 
Killers and robbers are all you great 
Act soft you will get beat 
On death row they got their own hot seat 
For those who feel that they are truly elite 
The last thing you see's a priest 
The lights dim-your life ends 

Drama
Artist: Ice T
Title: Drama