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

[Big Ed]
My initial´s explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies´ corpse exposed
Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work & I am 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 would not have a problem with cueing my killers
I got G´s in the hood, & warriorettes slicing they some peelers
Rip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crack
Nigga it aint 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 want to do, what ya thank
I´ve 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 & my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing

[Chorus: Fiend, (Big Ed), and {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 want to 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 want to 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 & slanging, taking yours & making it mine
Bringing in choke lines, it is my yeahr
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 ama stay
Lay in rest your baby done took em´ to the chest
And I be the culprit
The baddest motherf*cker south of Army Southern
F*ck ya life, done passed the light, that is all you saw
Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 f*ck the numbers
It is 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 motherf*ckers choke
Off the lyrical, count em´ days
Call the paramedics, it is an emergency
I done brung the f*cking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On

[Mia X]
I close shop on the block, now
Tow, what you want to do, I am coming through
Hell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama Mia
Lady Smith and Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin´ em´
Always got insubordinate say no you aint no friend of Mia
You can´t see this ghetto diva, get rich either
So she wants to be a, but she has neither
Get her there, her central plans have been deviated
Tell em´ why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciated
She has 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 2nd line it is my time
So I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidence
Niggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotent
Soft & mama likes it hard no doubt
I ride with the tank takes shots for the south
So bring the drama nigga

[Fiend and (Mia X)]
Bring da drama, (Find that ass in a ditch) Bring da drama nigga

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