Bring Da Drama

[Big Ed]<br>My initial`s explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies` corpse exposed<br>Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work and I`m loaded<br>I bust for niggas that down, gat to gat combat military tactics<br>So watch your set, cause the gat`s a constant threat<br>Bet that I won`t have a problem with cueing my killers<br>I got G`s in the hood, and warriorettes slicing they some peelers<br>Rip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crack<br>Nigga it ain`t my body, can`t believe that you asked that<br>T-R-U tatted on my abdomen, been a killer since the eights age of ten<br>Got the crowds jumping<br>So what you wanna do, what ya thank<br>I have skunks that`ll match your carcass saying damn that nigga stank<br>AR fifteens spitting shells like a elephant<br>Apologies are relevant, haters start protecting put out hits<br>Cause this is Ed a.k.a. Assassin<br>Me and my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing<br><br>[Chorus: Fiend, (Big Ed), & {Mia X}]<br>Bring da drama, (If you got it on ya mind)<br>Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours}<br>Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click)<br>Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch}<br>Bring da drama nigga, (If you got it on ya mind)<br>Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours}<br>Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click)<br>Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga<br><br>[Mr. Serv-On]<br>Some bomb ass click for the latest, hey the greatest<br>I bring da drama, safe by ya mama<br>When you leave the house, this is what I been about<br>Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine<br>Bringing in choke lines, it`s my year<br>Strike fear in ya place when I hit the face<br>Bow down, bow down just in case I feel like causing problems at your way<br>Mama don`t shake, know I`ma stay<br>Lay in rest your baby done took em` to the chest<br>And I be the culprit<br>The baddest motherfucker south of Army Southern<br>Fuck ya life, done passed the light, that`s all you saw<br>Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers<br>It`s a bloody summer, gun runner<br>Son of a bitch quick to slit your throat<br>I like some oats at the same time drink the blood of a goat<br>Now please let me lay happy as hell in the smoke<br>And let these motherfuckers choke<br>Off the lyrical, count em` days<br>Call the paramedics, it`s an emergency<br>I done brung the fucking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On<br><br>[Mia X]<br>I close shop on the block, now<br>Tow, what you wanna do, I`m coming through<br>Hell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama Mia<br>Lady Smith & Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin` em`<br>Always got insubordinate say no you ain`t no friend of Mia<br>You cannot see this ghetto diva, get rich either<br>So she wants to be a, but she`s neither<br>Get her there, her central plans have been deviated<br>Tell em` why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciated<br>She`s been waiting to see the fire from a real ho<br>No doubt who brings the noise like them bitches in a jailhouse<br>From el jay, or even worse a setback on a cold day<br>Those who play I hate, let it be known that I regulate<br>Will steal ya fate after just one rhyme<br>And chick ya left a buck jump after second line it`s my time<br>So I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidence<br>Niggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotent<br>Soft and mama likes it hard no doubt<br>I ride with the tank takes shots for the south<br>So bring the drama nigga<br><br>[Fiend & (Mia X)]<br>Bring da drama, (Find that ass in a ditch) Bring da drama nigga