Da Beatminerz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Drama

f/ Shades of Brooklyn

 

 [Wild Son talking]

 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

 The buds recruit, while all the guards, crackers was true

 Good health and wealth, for cheddar cheese as green as dough melt

 Some cried some died from the pain that's felt

 Why fight? Why fuss? That's what the want from us

 But if it's love that's lost, then there's no more trust

 With that fake love, that cause to get your brain straight plugged

 Gun held snubbed, seen your fams and gave 'em a hug

 Did I see you? Nah, I wouldn't wanna be 'em

 Sort as wounds treat 'em - deep in foundation

 Best believe that's how I leave 'em

 

 [Wilson Ave]

 Ain't no cure for this - what I suffer from is mentally

 I got drama with one, drama with these hoes

 Shit I even got drama with this finger

 And I'ma damn sure die with it, forever havin drama

 Since birth I've seen it everywhere

 New York, Houston, St. Louis, even Kansas City

 What cha'll know about that

 

 [Wild Son]

 Competition, there is none, fuck with Black and get done

 Pack guns, gat-lers, rockin all the latest fashions

 You gotta love me, for being young, black, and hungry

 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..