Mia X, Mr. Serv-On, Fiend, Big Ed - Bring Da Drama lyrics

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 hit's
Cause this is Ed aka Assassin
Me and my sister Mia X
We just counting cheddar laughing

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

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

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

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