Drama

[Intro x4]:
You gotta deal with the 9 double M

[Verse 1: OG Duv Mac]:
It's that funktified nigga Mac, so head to toe
Paccin' a strap when I rap, in all places I'm through
Droppin' a top on my O, hop the set in the dicc
Takin' a toke of the Dobby smokin', pet my picc
Here I come, giddy come, where you from, wannabe fool?
Rippin' shit and Watts up, yeah, you know the rules
Hit OGs, on the pager, two major wager
My nigga got the fiendin' for that tango sacc and flavor

[Verse 2: Big Freeze]:
Tch-tch boom is the sound as I dump
Dumpin' live buccs from the barrel
Pop, I see you got your four-starred stupid-ass caught in the cross
Thinkin' like me now yo' ass is dig? deep
And you can savе the drama, 'cause I don't wanna hear it
Don't call your body and captivatе your bitch-ass spirit
Hahaha! A nigga thought I let him pass
But he didn't know I'm pumpin' hollow tips in his ass
So don't be slippin', or runnin' and flossin'
'Cause if you do, your life is what is costin'
And it seem to me you feel funky so go ahead and jump
So I can dump, dump, dump with the ratta-pump, nigga!

[Chorus: Twin Loc & Big Freeze]:
Well, if it's drama that you want then it's drama you gonna get, nigga
Quicc to dump, mothafucca pass the vibe, punk
Well, if it's drama that you want then it's drama you gonna get, nigga
Quicc to dump, cuz, you better slide that vibe, punk

[Verse 3: Young Keystone]:
Comin' across the path of destruction
You're enterin' a dead end, ain't no goin' home, no repercussions
Nigga, you should've stepped with your weapon
So mash, bye-bye, I unloaded the Smith & Wesson
Step into my wig shop, niggas' domes are finna get chopped
Teardrops out ya eye 'cause you know we in Watts
A room full of mothafuccas cryin'
Everybody know you enter where I dwell, you would die
And that's stucc, to get your wig split, I'm slicin' you sicc
And you can't fucc with the clicc that I rolls with
Bitch, decapitation is the only haircut that I know
Hell, death and doom the room as we comin' and go
And only speak-le, they feel the eagle
And the blessings, there will be no mothafuccin' sequel
It's the '90s, the age of the killa
But nigga 1973, yo boy Young Stone a fuccin' wig splitta

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: MAC-11]:
Burnout, I break that ass up, flat head
I'm dumpin' these hollow ones up in your chest and have you rollin' up on 'em like bread
Your world costin' when I'm servin' murda
I'm strong with the F-T so call me MAC-11 Murda
Nigga, I get higher than a jet goin' to NASA
Mac-11 up in this house smoke a pound then
I'm higher than a bastard
Smokin' doja and meth
Throw your ass over the Figueroa Bypass and crash in to them one times, nigga

[Verse 5: Sinbad the Slayer]:
Sinbad the Slayer, why and F for death
'Cause I shoot nothin' left
Total chaos is what I'm puttin' down when I be comin' through wreccin' yo' town
No perpetratin', no player haters
Weekly shit that you masturbatin'
I be wreccin' shit, I ain't a jacc shit
So if you punk around, kill, kill, sweep
If you know then run and smoke, serve you niggas Cali south
Eastside Watts niggas serve mile to mile

[Chorus]

[Verse 6: G-Bone]:
Straps get pulled when mothafuccas get to steppin'
Flexin' like they wanna learn a lesson from my Smith & Wesson
Testin' up flexibility over in it's connected
With the trigga what aggression, expression, the determination of a nigga
Would have figure that life is a bitch so is do or die
So ask why when you see a mothafucca ride
Biatch, it's Southside!

[Verse 7: Teroma]:
It's Watts (?) in control
'Cause I don't give a fucc, I'm 'bout to leave yo' body swole
I got the nine and M, you know what I'm claimin'
It's Eastside Watts, I got the Glocc, yo' ass 'bout to get popped
Lay down low 'cause I'm comin' through the front do'
I'm layin' yo' ass flat, yo' mama got to know
Where you at, in the corner off, is you the softie?
'Cause I'mma Glocc the (?) Mister Office?, NIGGA!

[Chorus]

[Verse 8: Twin Loc]:
Well, I'm the latest, one of the greatest, one of the smoothest, one of the coolest
Rhyme makers, dope faker, undisputed title taker
Quicc to set up, so shut up, I'm fed up
Get up out the business
MC bustas don't try to quiz this
'Cause I'm the C to the E-L double
Kiccin' the fact for dope raps and now I'll bust your bubble
Brotha, cracc is the fact that you can't hacc this
My rhyme be sticcin' like stucco with cactus
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I be kiccin' the rugged flow
Quicc to go so low, freakin' the foe fo' the 4-0's
A loco, takin' the succas out with the rhyme
My style is dynamite like that kid on Good Times
Go choke, and accept for that Chronic I be smokin'
The E don't diss, consider this a token
I'm unfadeable, on top of that a straight loco
Takin' the bustas out with the sound of my vocals, cuz

[Chorus x2]