8ball & Mjg - You Don't Want Drama lyrics

[Intro - P. Diddy] It's Bad Boy South n***az, Ball and G Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for Collaboration, c'mon now Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon [Verse 1 - Eightball] Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down I wanna see you get it crunk, let a n***a know what hood you from Eveybody wit me drunk as f**, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you, a n***a like me can't pa** it up Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round [Chorus] Buss a n***a head, smack a ho, shoot the club up Buss a n***a head, smack a ho, shoot the club up b**h...n***a!!! b**h...n***a!!! b**h...n***a!!! b**h.. You don't want drama, no! You don't want none, no! You don't want drama, no! You don't want none, no! [Verse 2 - MJG] Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk) Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk) Get a pump, unload and dump Forget it, close the trunk In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi You should've known when you started Never f** with G and E In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat And Eightball is loadin the clip, for n***az supposin to trip And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Eightball] Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest [MJG] The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it Guaranteed, muhf**er, stamp, sign, seal it [Eightball] We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it The realest up in in this n***az buckin, b**hes shakin [MJG] They a**es, but cash it, might be a habit Like mics when we grab it, we co*k it, we blast it [Chorus] [Outro - P. Diddy] So here we go, Bab Boy South Ball and G, Orange Mound New York collaboration You don't want no drama, you don't want none I see you ATL, let's tear this sh** up C'mon, c'mon...I said let's tear this sh** up! Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South Let's go, let's work these motherf**ers Let's get this money n***az, yeah, as we proceed..