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Текст песни Mia X f Big Ed, Fiend, Mr. Serv-On - Bring Da Drama

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[Big Ed]My initial`s explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies` corpse exposedCats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work and I`m loadedI bust for niggas that down, gat to gat combat military tacticsSo watch your set, cause the gat`s a constant threatBet that I won`t have a problem with cueing my killersI got G`s in the hood, and warriorettes slicing they some peelersRip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crackNigga it ain`t my body, can`t believe that you asked thatT-R-U tatted on my abdomen, been a killer since the eights age of tenGot the crowds jumpingSo what you wanna do, what ya thankI have skunks that`ll match your carcass saying damn that nigga stankAR fifteens spitting shells like a elephantApologies are relevant, haters start protecting put out hitsCause this is Ed a.k.a. AssassinMe and my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing[Chorus: Fiend, (Big Ed), & {Mia X}]Bring da drama, (If you got it on ya mind)Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours}Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click)Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch}Bring da drama nigga, (If you got it on ya mind)Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours}Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click)Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga[Mr. Serv-On]Some bomb ass click for the latest, hey the greatestI bring da drama, safe by ya mamaWhen you leave the house, this is what I been aboutBanging and slanging, taking yours and making it mineBringing in choke lines, it`s my yearStrike fear in ya place when I hit the faceBow down, bow down just in case I feel like causing problems at your wayMama don`t shake, know I`ma stayLay in rest your baby done took em` to the chestAnd I be the culpritThe baddest motherfucker south of Army SouthernFuck ya life, done passed the light, that`s all you sawNow you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbersIt`s a bloody summer, gun runnerSon of a bitch quick to slit your throatI like some oats at the same time drink the blood of a goatNow please let me lay happy as hell in the smokeAnd let these motherfuckers chokeOff the lyrical, count em` daysCall the paramedics, it`s an emergencyI done brung the fucking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On[Mia X]I close shop on the block, nowTow, what you wanna do, I`m coming throughHell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama MiaLady Smith & Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin` em`Always got insubordinate say no you ain`t no friend of MiaYou cannot see this ghetto diva, get rich eitherSo she wants to be a, but she`s neitherGet her there, her central plans have been deviatedTell em` why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciatedShe`s been waiting to see the fire from a real hoNo doubt who brings the noise like them bitches in a jailhouseFrom el jay, or even worse a setback on a cold dayThose who play I hate, let it be known that I regulateWill steal ya fate after just one rhymeAnd chick ya left a buck jump after second line it`s my timeSo I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidenceNiggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotentSoft and mama likes it hard no doubtI ride with the tank takes shots for the southSo bring the drama nigga[Fiend & (Mia X)]Bring da drama, (Find that ass in a ditch) Bring da drama nigga

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