Bring Da Drama lyrics

Artist  : Mia X 
Song : Bring Da Drama



 Send "Bring Da Drama" Ringtone to your Cell 

  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 as* 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 as* 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 as* in a ditch} Bring
da drama nigga

[Mr. Serv-On]
Some bomb as* 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 motherf**ker south of Army Southern
f**k ya life, done passed the light, that's all
you saw
Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 f**k the
numbers
It's a bloody summer, gun runner
Son of a bit*h 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 motherf**kers choke
Off the lyrical, count em' days
Call the paramedics, it's an emergency
I done brung the f**king 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 bit*hes now bit*h 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 bit*hes
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 as* in a ditch) Bring
da drama nigga