drama Songtext - Da Beatminerz

[Wild Son]
Yea yea
Wild Son, Wilson Ave
Shades of Brooklyn motherfuckers
Beatminerz, check this shit out here
Check it..

[Wild Son]
Columbus thought the earth was flat
I copped the map, to navigate on track
Reprocussions don't buy Black - false allegations
I rush through nations like some Haitians
Since my incubation I been destined for this paper
Timbs scraper, fly shape up, got my weight up
Laugh at haters, smack 'em now, kill 'em later
Small Soldiers, action figures in motion pictures
You read off scripts, and for the feds gave tips
Icebergs sank ships, Shades load up clips
Cock back the four-fifths then continue to spit {*two gunshots*}
Blow ya neck off, ya specs lost, respect black to the boss
Get those hands chopped off, for thinkin I'm soft
I'm quite well of course - many feet with this rhyme technique
Beat off the heat with an ear to the streets nigga
Word life motherfucker
Wilson Ave, handcock, Wild Son motherfuckers

[Wilson Ave]
Now you know what type of shit I'm on
I feed on the broke, the poor, and the weak-n-sore
I defeated all these tribes and the gangs
I'm that number one killa, DRAMA!

[Wild Son]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with this
Black mongol slave, Pastor Gray,
low c's and no feds, it's time to get paid
Hold the hand grenade with the pin in my mouth - issued army
So when you come to get me kill off everybody
Escaped from a trapped room, my hood is Beirut

Considered ugly, but since this money wanted to plug me
I keep it humble, speak to myself so call me Mumbles
Move some Buddu's, until the deez rush through
Or maybe touch you, cats wanted two from the crew
This shit is tense, you out the fence, you even lost one shoe
Ran a marathon even though the cops ass won
Shit was on, rapper we get it be gone
Meet you at the stash crib, twelve blocks from where you live
Don't say shit, even turn your wife and your kids
Daddy's on the run now, all alone with low reprise
No cries now, the way a real nigga gets down
Facin death, stealin somebody's life's called theft
Black know's best, this even go's for the opposite sex
No regrets, I did what I did, ah from the whip
Kids think sick, pack big shit, extended clips
Motherfuckers, yea yea
Get it all, bring it on what

[Wilson Ave]
There's three types of drama
One that gives drama, one that recieves drama
And one that watches drama
Sometimes the outcome you wouldn't believe
Don't sit there and front like you never felt it
Maybe just that the wrong nigga sent it
So when you find yourself afraid, frightened
Fearin for your life, pray I'm not after you
DRAMA!

[Wild Son]
Motherfucker, Shades of Brooklyn
Ya get caught, get'cha motherfuckin life tooken
Bitch ass niggas, Wild Son, Wilson Ave
You handcock homo, we hand water and rocks nigga
Sharper Side on the beats, ya heard
Serious up in here..

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