King Tee

King Tee - That's Drama lyrics

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[Intro: King Tee]

To all my real niggaz in the house, check me out

Without a doubt, Aftermath!

Ha ha

[Verse 1: King Tee]

See, back in '93 when Eazy-E was alive

Gs hit the spot to show the world how to ride

But ever since he died, man, I felt shit

But this time to get these fruads delt wit

Y'all niggaz got shaked, mad cause y'all niggaz is fake

I'm sick of all them lies telling you take

Known damn where you frauds are made, or wanna be

You'se a prankster, made a little money turned gangster

You're feeling paranoia? - yeah loc, I got something for ya

It's real life, triffling niggaz all up on ya

Now, who you're scaring? - who you're daring little whinny?

With your played out locs and beanie

I'll knock you out, let me show you what this Westside is about

Fuck them whores, get money, get clout

But so many boast about this and that

And what they would do with that empty strap

Load your gun, that's if you even own one

You're throwing up signs where you from, never heard of you

Kill the murderers and _Bust Verses_ at your way

Cause King Tee has set tripping on the bay

[Chorus: King Tee]

Y'all fools got drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools throwing up westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

[Verse 2: King Tee]

Extra.. Extra, hear the whole scoop about your group

They faker than them birds with whoop, it ain't real

The ship might sail, but when the truth hits the light

Your punk ass probably can't fight

Telling all your gangster tales over your played out beats

Woofing like you're coming from the streets

But when I'm at your back with heat, there's no room for explaining

Stripped like a bitch for campaigning

I'm aiming at these fools who didn't pay their dues like W.C.

Experience to rough and hard times like RUN D

The Triffling King Tee is back with the twelve gauge

I'm finna act a fool, niggaz felt the rampage

Worldwide, with Pooh and Bobcat and Black Devin

I've ripped _Pay Back_ in eighty seven

Swear it ends, I bring the real gangster Bis' unconcealed

Your whole background will be revealed

[Chorus: King Tee w/ minor Variation]

Y'all fools got drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools throwing up westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

[Verse 3: King Tee]

They call me Big Balling, suckers can't fade King Tipsy

Alkaholic gypsy, murdering these sissies

Diss me, I'll find that ass up real crispy

Glock Nine, talking to you now, baby kiss me

Caution, let me dress that ass for your coffin

Often, I bring it to these fools quite awesome

I ain't nothing to fuck around with

Cause baby, I'll leave you worthless like thirst

I came through to break it down for my coast

The land of the big dogs and the C-Locs

Ain't to be trusted, so raise on up

Before your punk ass probably get stuck

You little bitch..

[Chorus: King Tee w/ major variations]

You got drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools throwing up westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the Bitch Made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less &quot;F&quot; around with the hood they claim<br />

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Thanks to Razvan

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