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lirik lagu drama – nationwide rip ridaz

intro:

you gotta deal with the 9 double m

verse 1: og duv mac:

it’s that funktified n*gga, 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 doby smokin’, pet my picc
here i come, giddy come, where you from, wannabe fool?
rippin’ sh*t and watts up, yeah, you know the rules
hittin’ ogs, on the pager, two major wager
my n*gga 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 b*tch*ass spirit
hahaha! a n*gga 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 rat i pump, n*gga!
chorus: twin loc & big freeze:

well, if it’s drama that you want then it’s drama you gonna get, n*gga
quicc to dump, mothafucca pass the vibe, punk
well, if it’s drama that you want then it’s drama you gonna get, n*gga
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
n*gga, you should’ve stepped with your weapon
so mash, bye*bye, i unloaded the smith & wesson
step into my wig shop, n*ggas’ domes are finna get chopped
teardrop 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
b*tch, decapitation is the only haircut that i know
h*ll, 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 k!lla
but n*gga 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 print
your world costin’ when i’m servin’ murda
i’m strong with the f*t so call me mac*11 murda
n*gga, i get higher than a jet goin’ in nasa
mac*11 up in this house smoke a pound then, i’m higher than a b*st*rd
smokin’ doja and meth
throw your ass over the figueroa bypass and crash in to them one times, n*gga

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 sh*t that you m*st*rbatin’
i be wreccin’ sh*t, i ain’t a jacc sh*t
so if you punk around, k!ll, k!ll, sweep
if you know then run and smoke, serve you n*ggas cali south
eastside watts n*ggas 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 n*gga
would have figure that life is a b*tch 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, n*gga!

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 40’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

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