Bring Da Drama

[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)

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

[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