Lagu “Drama”
Artis “BoA”
Wild son talking
Yea yea
Wild son
Wilson ave
Shades of brooklyn motherfuckers
Beatminerz
Check this shit out here
Check it
Wild son
Columbus thought the earth was flat
I copped the map
To navigate on track
Reprocussions dont buy black - false allegations
I rush through nations like some haitians
Since my incubation i been destined for this paper
Timbs scraper
fly shape up
Got my weight up
Laugh at haters
Smack em now
Kill em later
Small soldiers
Action figures in motion pictures
You read off scripts
And for the feds gave tips
Icebergs sank ships
Shades load up clips
Cock back the four-fifths then continue to spit
Blow ya neck off
Ya specs lost
Respect black to the boss
Get those hands chopped off
for thinkin im soft
Im quite well of course - many feet with this rhyme technique
Beat off the heat with an ear to the streets nigga
Word life motherfucker
Wilson ave
Handcock
Wild son motherfuckers
Wilson ave
Now you know what type of shit im on
I feed on the broke
The poor
And the weak-n-sore
I defeated all these tribes and the gangs
Im that number one killa
Drama!
Wild son
Yall niggas cant fuck with this
Black mongol slave
Pastor gray
Low cs and no feds
Its time to get paid
Hold the hand grenade with the pin in my mouth - issued army
So when you come to get me kill off everybody
Escaped from a trapped room
My hood is beirut
The buds recruit
While all the guards
Crackers was true
Good health and wealth
for cheddar cheese as green as dough melt
Some cried some died from the pain thats felt
Why fight? why fuss? thats what the want from us
But if its love thats lost
Then theres no more trust
With that fake love
That cause to get your brain straight plugged
Gun held snubbed
Seen your fams and gave em a hug
Did i see you? nah
I wouldnt wanna be em
Sort as wounds treat em - deep in foundation
Best believe thats how i leave em
Wilson ave
Aint no cure for this - what i suffer from is mentally
I got Drama with one
Drama with these hoes
Shit i even got Drama with this finger
And ima damn sure die with it
forever havin Drama
Since birth ive seen it everywhere
New york
Houston
St louis
Even kansas city
What chall know about that
Wild son
Competition
There is none
fuck with black and get done
Pack guns
Gat-lers
Rockin all the latest fashions
You gotta love me
for being young
Black
And hungry
Considered ugly
But since this money wanted to plug me
I keep it humble
Speak to myself so call me mumbles
Move some buddus
Until the deez rush through
Or maybe touch you
Cats wanted two from the crew
This shit is tense
You out the fence
You even lost one shoe
Ran a marathon even though the cops ass won
Shit was on
Rapper we get it be gone
Meet you at the stash crib
Twelve blocks from where you live
Dont say shit
Even turn your wife and your kids
Daddys on the run now
All alone with low reprise
No cries now
The way a real nigga gets down
facin death
Stealin somebodys lifes called theft
Black knows best
This even gos for the opposite sex
No regrets
I did what i did
Ah from the whip
Kids think sick
Pack big shit
Extended clips
Motherfuckers
Yea yea
Get it all
Bring it on what
Wilson ave
Theres three types of Drama
One that gives Drama
One that recieves Drama
And one that watches Drama
Sometimes the outcome you wouldnt believe
Dont sit there and front like you never felt it
Maybe just that the wrong nigga sent it
So when you find yourself afraid
frightened
fearin for your life
Pray im not after you
Drama!
Wild son
Motherfucker
Shades of brooklyn
Ya get caught
Getcha motherfuckin life tooken
Bitch ass niggas
Wild son
Wilson ave
You handcock homo
We hand water and rocks nigga
Sharper side on the beats
Ya heard
Serious up in here
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