Drama Lord Lyrics
| Song | Drama Lord |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | To the Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| 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 thangthang | |
| 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! | |
| Clackclackpow, 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 | |
| 12guage shot guns, tec9 nines, and macs | |
| 4pounds and traydeuce, 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Grinnage, Murray, Pittman | |
| 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 thangthang | |
| 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! | |
| Clackclackpow, 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 | |
| 12guage shot guns, tec9 nines, and macs | |
| 4pounds and traydeuce, 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 |
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