Drama Lord Lyrics - M.o.p.

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-gauge 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