Rubbabandz - Bring the Drama lyrics

[Shyheim] Yo, check it on out (yea, yea) Yea, it's the Rugged Child in the hid-ouse (Definitely that) KnowI'msayin? With a phat Mac-10 that's co*ked back (live n***as) This goes out to my cousin k**a Kane up in Riker's (That's how it's goin, diggety) KnowI'msayin? Check it out now, yea, what? (bring the drama) (Yo, set it off kid, what's up?) I'm alive shorty that keeps it real, I don't pretend f** a dog, a man's best friend's a Mac-10 With a clip, a belt full of bullets like Rambo Be shootin sh** up to be the neighborhood hero Sport the phat gear, black hood, black Guess I'm stressed, to drive up the ave. in a white Lex' I'm on a mission, ready for all the action A stick-up kid that wants be paid like the Jacksons In other words, CREAM breakin out of my socks With stacks of cash in a nice shoe box I'm on a road to the riches, to bag rhymes and stocks Nobody on the block clocks dough like I clock sh**, I got b**hes from sweet ones to gangstas When I kick rhymes my foot comes down like an anchor Kid, I shine mad bright like the stadium lights So bite, and I'll fly that head like a kite Aiight? Pull up if you want it, and get smoked like pot Cuz I got a phat Glock that shoots when it's shot [Down Low Recka] Ah sh**, it's gettin hectic, sh**'s split Wu-Tang comin thick with smash hits To get rich and beat all the best Lock down the industry [K-Tez] That's my queue, what? What? It's my turn to burn Oh why, oh why can't these ba*tards learn? That sh**'s real, mad real like Current Events A loonie n***a that's ill and mad sick with his knuckle checked A body snatcher, an animal about to bite A terminator, I'll grizzle em at 12 at night A crumb snatcher, give a f** about no po-9 All I know that's it's a must that I get mine [Rubbabandz] This is man slaughter, so ya better head for the border I go through walls and walk on top of water A rascal attack, so run and get your gats Cuz when we go to war we don't play around Jack No time for games, I'm choppin punks like wood Give up your goods or lose your manhood Who's the blame? I got my props to gain I'm insane, losin cells from my brain Go against the grain, I tear your damn frames The Shaolin terror leavin n***as in shame Shots, hittin like wet drops of rain I got the tec-9 to put you in pain If that don't work, hell I bring the cannon Cuz I could get real just like that girl Rachel Dannon Ah, feel the flame from the dragon I'm buckwild, plus I'm cold hearted I f** your girl and your mom just to get sh** started Now who's the mack? The brotha that scraps I'll make you jump with the funk from the gat Yea, yea, why do you stop and stare? You crossed my path, you're best to beware I'm bad to the bone, packin chrome And what's not good enough? I'm aimin for your dome So duck, or get stuck, by the G.P. click Stapleton is mad thick So don't sleep, RNS beats is heat Stickin punks like gums and concrete [Down Low Recka] I got the ill plan, ill plan of attack (x3) I got the ill plan, ill plan to attack! My Clan is gonna blizza' With phat tracks from R and RZA That's how it's goin, dizza Aiight, n***as wanna fight, then drop the mic I smash your a** at night beneath the lights Uh, torture, left to your jaw Claimin that you slipped, once you hit the floor Boo, chums in fear with styles I ripped last year Now they want to take it to the square And shoot 5, come on n***a you ain't live Saw you when you went against shorty and took a dive Down Low Recka will wreck you and all things in your sector Callin me out, whateva Hands up, or you're gettin snuffed Knuckle check, better come correct But if not, then jet like a vet I'm on your a** fast, with much stamina Makin it rough for any challenger to manage Uh, I cause much damage I put styles together like a sandwich n***as can't handle this So hands up, I got 5 rounds to smack BOW! It hurts right, black? So where your boys at? True, brothas is rollin kind of deep too But pack, SUUUUU, k**a Bees attack The rah, you lose, style is bu*t Plus, n***as on your side want to run with us What?