Bring Da Drama

My initial explosion left my enemies corpses frozen
Ties on they toes and I did body did the work and I'm loaded
A bunch more niggas gone die, gat to gat, combat military tactics
Don't warn your set cause Big Ed's a constant threat
Bet that I won't have a problem accumulate my killas
I got G's in the hoods and slicin necks on pillows
Rip the skin off your back, bring me neck to your ass crack
Nigga ain't my body I can't believe that you asked that
T-R-U tatted on my abdomen
Been a killa since the had the crowd jumpin
So what you wanna do, what you think
I have skunks looking at your carcass sayin damn that nigga stank
AR-15 spittin shells like an elephant
Apologies to brethren haters start but take and put out hickies
Cause it's Big Ed aka Assassin
Me and my sister Mia X, we's be countin cheddar laughin

Bring the drama
If you got it on your mind
Bring the drama
If you talk slangin iron
Bring the drama
If you wanna try my click
Bring the drama
Find that ass in a ditch
Bring the drama nigga

I'm about to tear for the ladies
I may be the greatest to bring the drama
Say goodbye to your mama when you leave the house
This is what I been about
Bangin and slangin, takin yours and makin it mines
Rainin chalk lines, it's my year
Strike and feel your face when I hit the place
Bow down bow down, just in case I feel
Like causin problems that you hate
Mama don't shake, no mistake
Lay and rest your baby, took him to the chest and I be the culprit
The baddest motherfucker south of Arkansas
Fuck your life, the flashin the light is all you saw
Now you down, one and a two to the three
Fuck the numbers it's a bloody summer
Gun runna, son of a bitch, quick to slit your throat
I took an oath, at the same time drank the blood of a goat
And ask the lord to please let me lay, happy to hell I smoke
And let these motherfuckers choke off these lyrical calisthenics
Call the paramedics it's an emergency
I done brung the fuckin drama, you heard me
3Rd Born

I close shop on the block now pal
What you wanna do I'm comin through
L rollin bitches, this that ho from two
Mia's mama, Mia lady, Smith & Wesson, 9 milla heater
Wreckin all in thots intervals this ain't no fender bender
Believe or you cannot be this ghetto diva
Your bitch either, but she wants to be her but she's neither
Here nor there, her future plans have been deviated
Her ho style's too delicate to be appreciated
She's been waitin to hear the fire from a real ho no doubt
Who brings the noise like them bitches in the jail house
When the males lay or even worse a set back on a cold day
Those who player hate let it be known that I resonate
Will seal your fate after just one rhyme
And trick you enough to buck jump at your second line it's my time
So I bust without hesitance, every word meant it's evident
Niggas clear the way cause you're lyrically impotent
Saw up in mama likes it hard no doubt
That's why I ride with the tank takin shots for the south
So bring the drama nigga

Bring the drama
Find that ass in a ditch
Bring the drama nigga