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(feat. 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) Letras de cancionesBring 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 From Letras Mania