I Got a Story to Tell - Biggie

This song, Drama, off Ghostaface's dope Apollo Kids, has a few surprises. One surprise is the verse from The Game. While I have tried on more than one occasion I simply have not been able to get with dude. He does a pretty god  job on the last leg of this lyrical relay. Notably absent from his verse are the almost compulsive d*** riding name dropping. Another surprise is that Shaolin's favorite griot got renegaded, on a story telling track no less!

What is less surprising however is the fact that Joell Ortiz puts forth another strong vocal performance. He dances on this sinister beat with precision. Joell paints a picture of a day when he happens to run into the man who murdered his cousin playing in a local softball game. The rest of the day is filled with sinister ("Nice play, just too bad it's your last"), humorous ("faggot n**** hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover) and mix of innocence and criminal ("Dollar icy from Papi with the scraper glock with the laser") Joell successfully does all of this while maintaining his stellar, 88' infused delivery.




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It was the night before he got popped

Big jars of haze Cheech and Chong bong in the spot

Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth

Next to the Town House crackers Madden on 2008 a G a game

I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep

Lil n****s bussin off they punk heat

I'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys

But I ain't wettin that

I don't wanna send nobody back violate me take a nap

Promise you got something Lord that will honor you

Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe

But back in the kitchen Pyrex's

Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests’s

86 ?????? on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they robed Sha Born

To them that's natural actual play the sqid-dod we gettin at you

And we don't want to rap to you

It's not Kosher

It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a littlel closer

Rock you to sleep like “i got these little b****es come over”

Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe

Had that a** sweating like T.D. Jakes

I want the ones n**** you non believers you can ask your momma

Now thats drama

[Joell Ortiz]

Dollar icy from Papi with the scraper glock with the laser

Trying my best not to pop yet but the trop is major

Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this

I never been this itchy hope the cops just

Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you got the nerve to play third

In a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird

I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway

Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so i'm a lay

Nice play just too bad it's your last

Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass

I watch the teams line up ,shake hands, guess the games over

Faggot nikka hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover

I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40

Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story

Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him yay

This had to be his most unlucky lucky day

2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there

I’m acting like my tires need air

He closed the gas cap too many things going his way

So I just stashed that ya'll probably think I'm bugging but hey

I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere

I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer

10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper

Look left and see partner

I hit the stash blokka

Now that's drama

[Game]

Who the f*** you think you is Ron O'Neil

Tat tat what the f*** when that 9 milli peel

Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel

Yo Ghost pass the toast these n****s is daffodils

Got buck naked b****es counting half –a-mil gloves on

Fully dressed b****es watching them with they snubs on

While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon

Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on

Fiends love me like a Drake song

Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long

Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos

N****s steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos

N****s steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera

N****s steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta

Take your New Era off and reveal

The faggot the n**** you are or your cap getting peeled

Then we out to Brazil I know n****s in Negril

That'd chop your f***ing head off and throw it on a grill

Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill

Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real

N**** we in the field like Chris Johnson

It's 2010 how the f*** we get 6 Thompsons

Top 10 how the f*** you gonna forget Compton

Every rapper on your list'll get their s*** stomped in

I started soowoo i'm the reasaon for that 5 s***

Came in the game on that f***ing ready to die s***

Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly s***

Naked pictures R&B  b****es all in my Sidekick

How I be killin the p****should be a hate crime

Got a Blackberry was getting to much Face Time

Back to f***ing project b****es now I hate dimes

All they want is money my n**** i can't waste mine

I sun n****s like it's day time

Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralp Lauren waist lines

Smooth as a baby's a** and I got that Baby cash

Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had

Motherf***er