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f/ Drama Squad

[Kangol Slim]

Me and my nigga sellin' big yeah

He keep the floor trunk tight

Nigga stole a whole bird, yes it's goin' down tonight

Prime get the AK, Menor get sweeper

Call up the Drama Squad they some Night time Creepers

Niggas put us in the hole, spittin' just for bein' rollin'

Say ya need what'cha sew

But I'ma lay this nigga cold

[De'Jon]

Roll up the AK, watch the fire jump when the foam spray

We need to lay 'em dumpin' on a nigga that stole some of the ye

Better pray, this nigga up what my conscience say, he's guilty

Now it's time to get filthly

[Mista Menor]

Call me the Grim Reaper, put ya to sleep with my sweeper

My Brothers Keeper, half a block my bullets reach you

I was gone meet 'cha, we gonna teach ya how to jack

Stole half the ye, now peel his cap and leave him flat

[Kangol Slim]

I'ma take a nigga, flip his cap back

That's what he get for try'na jack

Infra Red, burst his head, worse his head

Leavin' the body smokin' just like that

[Chorus-4x]

Oh no, nigga stole all the ye

Ten Geez, over head, I want that mother fucker dead

[De'Jon]

Slow it down while I clown, with this K with many rounds

Of ammunition, got you bitchin' duckin' from the sound

Of bullets skippin' yo ear, it catches the end with fear

Take a look of what we have here, cotton nigga done disappeared

With fear

[Mista Menor]

I'm huffin' and puffin' I got the street sweeper cussin'

Boo-Koo bitches, and got mother fucker niggas duckin'

That's right I'm buckin', P-N-C gonna fuck up somethin'

Lead bustin', nothin' but anger I'm discussin'

[Kangol Slim]

Now we can do it how ya wanna

I'm a true fuckin' soldier

We gonna go a drive by in a 97 Rover

Four wide, high as five, lookin' for this nigga ride

If I catch him on a corner, he's a mother fuckin' goner

[Chorus-4x]

[Mista Menor]

My girl Kay, called me up and told me where the nigga live

He live right around the corner from my mother fuckin' crib

We gonna catch him comin' out the door

Handle ya business, now ya hoe

Stole the ye, stop the flow

Now bitch nigga ya got to go

[Nickel Slick]

Nickel Slick back on the scene

Heard a fiend standin' in magazine

Scoped his mouth, where he stash his green

Hear stories, dumpin' off on the cream

Cotton Invest they stole my set, this nigga wig I'm bout to play with

You ain't know it ain't no secrets, squeeze on the trigger and let's finish

this

[Kangol Slim]

Squeez on the trigger, bullets comin' quicker then hundred and three

Nigga don't run from me, bullets gunnin' ya gee

Killin' ain't no thing to me, who ya suppose to be?

I know a nigga named P-N-C, cause you my enemy

Meanin' you ain't no friend of me, cause what 'cha did to me

Was wrong, I'm sing in a song my baby gone to the dump, it's long

Nigga ya gone, do what 'cha did so I can split yo wig

Couldn't get 'cha shit, bullets comin' quick

Drama Squad and P-N-C, we think we bought to end the shit

Pull up on a bitch, hit the switch roll the drop top

Lock Infra Red bust through yo house, red shots

It's Judgement Day, mother fucker shouldn't have Stole the Ye

It's Judgement Day, mother fucker shouldn't have Stole the Ye

[Chorus-10x]

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