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M.O.P.

Drama Lord

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Текст песни M.O.P. - Drama Lord

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Drama lord[ VERSE 1: Billy Danzini ]Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lordBeat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I`m not a fraudIf you`re clever, then you can put 2 and 2 togetherReal niggas do real things, so that mean whateverYou was warned before you cameSo I ain`t to blame for your ass being torn out the frameI get nuts off whenever beef occurAll I`m askin ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?If you want it, then you can get it, homesWhat you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not aloneCome with your boys and roll with forceNo need for your vest, cause I ain`t in it for your chestboardTell my peoples that`s real: Get your steelNigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hillLil` Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with itShaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thangDanzenie will never have it, that`s why I keep my automaticIn case I run into some staticSearch all night, lookin for the gun fightTroopin from dust to dawn, ready to get it onCreep through the town, checkin out the sceneIndex finger on the trigger of my serve machineSo don`t ever harass me, or put nothin past meCause you`ll be the next when I blast, geeBust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applauseFor Billy Danzenie, the drama lord[ VERSE 2: Lil` Fame ]Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start static?Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweetCave in his chest, put him to rest on the concreteM.O.P.`s ready to hurt a muthafuckaBustin a nigga down with the Brownsville SluggersPunk niggas game, and I spot itWhen I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"Once it`s on nobody play fightShit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad daylightInstead of a nigga hurtin me firstI put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearseThough guys come with it and get itWhenever I got my heat, manI bring the beef like the meat manPut him away, send his ass to JesusPut his ass to sleep, let him rest in piecesMe and my peoples got all types of gats12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldogTo set it off and let the dogs loosePut up your shit and we can rumbleBut if I`m in double troubleThen I`ma bust a nigga like a bubbleSee, the niggas that I roll with, they don`t runNiggas use every muthafuckin bullet in a gunSon, we`ll bring the terror to your territoryPump em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40 Word to mama, when it`s drama I send em to the morgueNiggas can`t stand the reign of Lil` Fame, the drama lord

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