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summa drama - pretty tony (rapper) & 38-slug lyrics

[intro: big hill]
summer drama, no need for callin’ mama, tricks betrayin’
me and ren, pretty tony, ridin’ this ‘6*4 on them daily
f*ck them coppers, cut they dope with razors
and let them fellas chase us, i hustle and struggle, and tryin’ to stay alive
.44 with the beamer handle, everything
i’m full that lightgreen, mister big hill hit the scene
drama for you haters, and perpetratos, i can’t stand ’em
blastin’ them [?], talkin’ to your b*tches, shakin’ them [?] hate
northside n*gga k!llers on the for realer, my homies are cap peelеrs
we strap on n*ggas, with them bats, so n*gga, [?] rat some n*ggas
burn thеm n*ggas, northside’s bigger, split this sh*t, my n*gga
summer drama ’96, my n*gga

[verse 2: 38*slug]
summer drama ’96
well, it’s the .3*8, i’m comin’ from that northside gettin’ high
kickin’ it with my n*gga hill, i’ma scheme the shop in the parking lot
smokin’ blunts hardly, players, yet contragatin’
popos on the stroll, so i guess we takin’ in doors
see they hate to see a n*gga rich, mad ’cause they can’t see sh*t
see the lexus and the caddy, and the suburban [?]
where we ride we got [?], comin’ clean, it’s summer time
buster n*ggas, we throw in ditches, and we toss ’em up in ditches
north memphis k!ller clique, clique, comin’ so d*mn thick
real n*ggas not barrin’ sh*t, now do you think you can handle this
now if you can that’s your plan, i suggest you tell your mama
’cause your son has got caught up in the mist, of summer drama
[verse 3: big hill]
now what’s the haps on them preps, n*gga, strapped in my f*ckin’ hood
s*t*s is big boy, lexus and i’m on my way to texas
pushin’ tapes, not can’t stand away from fake*ass n*ggas
k!llers in my set, gimisum found ’em dead
big hill on the f*ckin’ jack, keepin’ these hoes in jail
b*tches play you for a sucker, if you didn’t listen
to the ’96 summer drama

[verse 4: little phsycotic]
little phsycotic in this b*tch, yeah for the ‘9*6
drama for you player haters, and there is no way to spray us
blastin’ in the s*t*s, never wearin’ a f*ckin’ vest
smith & wesson on my side, talkin’ fake, i go for ride
eighteen inches on their ass, why you let me hit the dash
tommy blunts up in my system, ’cause i’m on a f*ckin’ mission
k!ller black got the mossberg pump, mane i wish you were [?]
38*slug i’m showin’ no love, hittin’ that b*tch across the skull

- pretty tony rapper 38 slug lyrics

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