(feat. Nature Boy)
[Hook:]
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 1: Nature Boy]
Check it out now
Rap stars be flexing
All about how they living ain't been through nothing
Everybody G'd up and thuggin'
Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'
Knowing half the time
Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes
And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind
I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click
Boy unit ain't shit
Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit
If the ho chose me thats a pimpette
See I know the game
And most of y'all rappers lame
Ain't never sold 3 or 4 things
Never been a pimp
Never shot at point blank range
Y'all hos just claimin' the fame
[Hook:]
You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine
You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Okay,
I'm in the mist of haters
So called gators and cash
The only creators is the niggas that flash
And then they make this dash to the race thats never ending
These niggas think they ballin'
But all I see is spending
And lending they flows to these groupie hos
And take 'em to stos and buying these bitches clothes
I know that y'all know better than that
So I'ma play a game of return of the mac
And bring it back
Just like little Joe
Cause y'all know how niggas do
For every bitch you want my nigga I got two
So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked
Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts
Gutts ain't shit
Head is all that
Why?
Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect
Put yet these niggas don't believe in the Kid
featuring Fiend
[Mia X]
ya'll best to back the fuck on up
it's mama drama my nigga
i'm shiva with two heaters
see I'm hardcore my nigga for sure my nigga
ain't never been scared before my nigga
ghetto from head to toe
when I got some lyrical foe my nigga
the mics the fo fo when trigga
launchin my verbal scatter
that shit ya'll do ain't worth the urine
sticking in my bladder
the yappin and the chit chatter
don't even matter cause nothins fatter
than rapper's faces after I verbally gat ya
beat em like they was Hagler
rip em like no good paper
that's why they duckin Mia X
hip hops new heavy weighter
the soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker
the gangsta rhymer, big timer
I'm Mama Drama
chorus
[Mia X, Fiend]
uhh, where my real niggas that we can ride us
how many soldiers down to do what they gotta
like Mama Drama
uhh, where my real bitches that we can ride us
how many soldiers down to do what they gotta
like Mama Drama
[Mia X]
street date in all 51 states
they can't wait to hear my lyrical murder
the grim reaper, Mama Mia diva with the nerve ta
sabotage ya'll, dressed in camouflage
is my disguise daily
I'm a batterd woman thats surrounded
by them sharp kitchen knives baby
you gon realize that I ain't to be played with
I get payed with TRU, and I'm a made bitch
so what cha you wanna do, better call your crew
and tell em to come correct
but everything this way sho gon get Xed
hexed I'm a voodoo mistress
roots on all my lyrics, Ri Ri
strong enough to make AMC
don't fuck around, huff puff, then I blow em out
then they all fall down now
they done told ya you gon know her when you see her
when you do, you gon pay me
cause I come to do some damage
have em frantic runnin to the table
with the record label sayin please would ya rap mine
relie