On Top of It (Remastered)

[Intro-Spoken]
It's the D-D-Dramatics, duh.
Stay on top of it, cuz if you don't, you're already cooked.
[Verse 1]
Every day I keep up the pace,
I cannot afford to catch a case.
When I light it up, you know it be laced,
And I like my drinks with the strongest of taste.
[Bridge-Quick]
I stay at the top, high like an attic,
Runnin from cops, that is my tactic.
Fresh pack of opps, way too dramatic,
I got that heat, I'm gonna pack it.
Give me the rack or I'll jump you like rabbits,
If you get shot, don't call it tragic.
I disappear, I call it magic,
And if your girl here, yeah we'll get at it.
[Verse 2-Rhythmic]
Fuck around, fuck around, carry a pack of rounds,
Gyat gyat gyat, that is my drive by sound.
If you like parties, bring me some liquor,
If you got beef, it's getting sicker,
I'll pull my trigger, before you realize.
Smoked like my cigar, ashes you're vaporized (pew).
[Bridge-Quick]
I remain at the top, I cannot stop,
Say the wrong words and you can get shot.
I got a Glock, I don't like your talk, 
I'm gonna cock it, you're cooked,
I am the judge and I'm throwing the book.
I won't be caught, quick like a hawk,
Respect and loyalty cannot be bought.
[Verse 3]
So don't test me, don't test me.
The cops are too scared to arrest me,
I am the O.G., I'm the G.O.A.T., if you come at me, this will get nasty.
This could be fatal, you're making me crazy,
Can't take my time, but my vision is hazy.
I hustle and grind, no time to be lazy.
I am too cold with it, I got that A.C. 
(Woah)
[Pre Outro-Slow and Rhythmic]
So please remember this one thing,
I hold onto pride, cuz I am the king.
I got that drip, and I run this block,
Don't even test me or you may get whopped.
[Mix of Verse 2 and 3]
So don't test me, don't test me,
A missing person report, I know nothing-
I am the O.G., quick like a hawk,
Greatest of all time, I won't be caught.
The knowledge I have is self taught.
[Outro-Slowing]
I am so hard, call me the Rock. Clean with the scene, you can call me Mister.
I'm good with my tongue, spin like a twister,
I pack heat so hot, you'll get a blister.
I feel like a lion on the attack.
Claw through your screen, the Ring through a MAC.
Screw Isaac Newton,
I'm throwing an apple if you turn your back. 
Full tack. (Ay, where you going?)
Man, this was bussin, but I can't keep trippin like this.
(Ay! Hey! We're in the studio though.)
Young goonah, baybay!
(It's the C-C-C-Cadillacs.)
Mr. Wordride. 
(Busting on the beat, bro.)
Young grinna, Chris Pound.
(K Bot, Juicy Pay)
<*lighter flick sound*>, Typa.
Lil Tray, R. A. D.
D.M Sex, Me-Nos!
(D. O. Double Me.)
Prick Prick! Rae Drummered.
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Ay, can we move the fuck on? Too many names up in this bitch.

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