M.o.p. - Drama Lord lyrics

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Drama lord

[VERSE 1: Billy Danzini]

Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord

Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud

If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together

Real niggas do real things, so that mean whatever

You was warned before you came

So I ain't to blame for your ass being torn out the frame

I get nuts off whenever beef occur

All I'm askin ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?

If you want it, then you can get it, homes

What you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone

Come with your boys and roll with force

No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for your chestboard

Tell my peoples that's real: Get your steel

Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hill

Lil' Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it

Shaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang

Danzenie will never have it, that's why I keep my automatic

In case I run into some static

Search all night, lookin for the gun fight

Troopin from dust to dawn, ready to get it on

Creep through the town, checkin out the scene

Index finger on the trigger of my serve machine

So don't ever harass me, or put nothin past me

Cause you'll be the next when I blast, gee

Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause

For Billy Danzenie, the drama lord

[VERSE 2: Lil' Fame]

Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start static?

Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!

Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet

Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete

M.O.P.'s ready to hurt a muthafucka

Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville Sluggers

Punk niggas game, and I spot it

When I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"

Once it's on nobody play fight

Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad daylight

Instead of a nigga hurtin me first

I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse

Though guys come with it and get it

Whenever I got my heat, man

I bring the beef like the meat man

Put him away, send his ass to Jesus

Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in pieces

Me and my peoples got all types of gats

12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs

4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog

To set it off and let the dogs loose

Put up your shit and we can rumble

But if I'm in double trouble

Then I'ma bust a nigga like a bubble

See, the niggas that I roll with, they don't run

Niggas use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun

Son, we'll bring the terror to your territory

Pump em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40

Word to mama, when it's drama I send em to the morgue

Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord