Southside Playaz - Drama lyrics

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Southside Playaz - Drama lyrics

f** who, f** you n***a - 4x [Hook] f** who, f** you n***a (bring on the drama) f** who, f** you n***a (bring on the drama) f** who, f** you n***a (bring on the drama I ain't barring nan n***a, and his mama) [Mike D] Lay the f** down, your blood done stepped down you sitting fat Down South, with my dick in your mouth Lil' Troy I'll whip your buns baby cuz, so come with it Wet your friendly a** up, and watch this HK start zipping Your boys look like a comma, when I come through dipping Light up that whole block, when this Playa start spitting Boy you get no love, playing tag-team snitching Dump that boy in a ditch, and let him sleep with the fishes Maybe in the streets, gon get a little vicious We know you wired up, and got the FED's snapping pictures We well up on our toes, do this thang not split us I can't chill wit ya, so I guess I'll deal with ya [Hook] [Mr. 3-2] 2000 popped off, and it's war in the streets Friends turned enemies, the game don went deep So ready I have my heat, for all you n***as plotting Pumps and AK's spray, when the cops start dropping Southside body rocking, sh** bout to get bloody I'm on endo, and my drank still muddy You hoe a** n***as is funny guddy, b**h so take it like that Cause I'm still wondering what happened, to my n***a Fat Pat It's our way and respected these streets, and big heads While snitches crossed the line us, and working with the FED's In the sight of the infrared, now you marked for d**h So be your ever f**ing cool, you better watch your step Love and go left, now the Boss got plex I'ma bring the drama, and put your mama in a dress Hollow tips to the chest, body wounds you dead Should of watched what you said, now I got prices on your head [Hook] [Clay-Doe] Can't no motherf**er tell me bout drama, cause I lived it n***as jumped off of that line, back in it Toe to toe, I'll sneak a hoe and straight steal him b**hes gotta accept the cards, that we dealing Tired of these motherf**ers, talking down and grinning Prop tint, represent expo spinning First affiliation we see, slugs in him Lord forgive us we sinning, street life we in it That's the price you gotta pay, if you wanna stay independent Four star Laf-Tex, ride gorgeous in it If it's on come on n***a, let us know that it's on Cause they know we ain't barring nan n***a, or his T-Jones It's b**hes out here helping FED's, set up or phone For that I'm strapped, under your bed up at your home Your orders, you so s** a f**ing gang of dick You better watch for the hit, and who you hanging with [Hook] (*talking*) Look out n***a it's on, Mike D is home n***a It's official n***a, the war done just started n***a You might as well get your pairs, and load em up n***a Load your raggedy motherf**ers up Cause it's on on sight n***a, and I ain't barring nan n***a and his mama n***a You lil' snitch b**h, telling on every motherf**ing rider here You god damn K-Mart, Puff Daddy "Wanna be a Baller" motherf**er You wanna be a baller so bad, motherf**er That you told on everybody, get your lil' eighteen months You lil' b**h, the war is on Laf-Tex riders n***a and it's on Get your b**h a**, across the state line or somewhere