Bring Da Drama lyrics

f/ Big Ed, Fiend, Mr. Serv-On



[Big Ed]

My initial`s explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies` corpse exposed

Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work and I`m loaded

I bust for niggas that down, gat to gat combat military tactics

So watch your set, cause the gat`s a constant threat

Bet that I won`t have a problem with cueing my killers

I got G`s in the hood, and warriorettes slicing they some peelers

Rip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crack

Nigga it ain`t my body, can`t believe that you asked that

T-R-U tatted on my abdomen, been a killer since the eights age of ten

Got the crowds jumping

So what you wanna do, what ya thank

I have skunks that`ll match your carcass saying damn that nigga stank

AR fifteens spitting shells like a elephant

Apologies are relevant, haters start protecting put out hits

Cause this is Ed a.k.a. Assassin

Me 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 greatest

I bring da drama, safe by ya mama

When you leave the house, this is what I been about

Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine

Bringing in choke lines, it`s my year

Strike fear in ya place when I hit the face

Bow down, bow down just in case I feel like causing problems at your way

Mama don`t shake, know I`ma stay

Lay in rest your baby done took em` to the chest

And I be the culprit

The baddest motherfucker south of Army Southern

Fuck ya life, done passed the light, that`s all you saw

Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers

It`s a bloody summer, gun runner

Son of a bitch quick to slit your throat

I like some oats at the same time drink the blood of a goat

Now please let me lay happy as hell in the smoke

And let these motherfuckers choke

Off the lyrical, count em` days

Call the paramedics, it`s an emergency

I done brung the fucking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On



[Mia X]

I close shop on the block, now

Tow, what you wanna do, I`m coming through

Hell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama Mia

Lady Smith & Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin` em`

Always got insubordinate say no you ain`t no friend of Mia

You cannot see this ghetto diva, get rich either

So she wants to be a, but she`s neither

Get her there, her central plans have been deviated

Tell em` why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciated

She`s been waiting to see the fire from a real ho

No doubt who brings the noise like them bitches in a jailhouse

From el jay, or even worse a setback on a cold day

Those who play I hate, let it be known that I regulate

Will steal ya fate after just one rhyme

And chick ya left a buck jump after second line it`s my time

So I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidence

Niggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotent

Soft and mama likes it hard no doubt

I ride with the tank takes shots for the south

So bring the drama nigga



[Fiend & (Mia X)]

Bring da drama, (Find that ass in a ditch) Bring da drama nigga
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