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KING TEE lyrics : "That's Drama"

[Intro: King Tee]
To all my real ^!$$%z in the house, check me out
Without a doubt, Aftermath!

Ha ha

[Verse 1: King Tee]

See, back in '93 when Eazy-E was alive
Gs hit the spot to show the world how to ride
But ever since he died, man, I felt %#@!

But this time to get these fruads delt wit
Y'all ^!$$%z got shaked, mad cause y'all ^!$$%z is fake
I'm sick of all them lies telling you take

Known damn where you frauds are made, or wanna be
You'se a prankster, made a little money turned gangster
You're feeling paranoia? - yeah loc, I got something for ya

It's real life, triffling ^!$$%z all up on ya
Now, who you're scaring? - who you're daring little whinny?
With your played out locs and beanie

I'll knock you out, let me show you what this Westside is about
$#&@ them !@^%s, get money, get clout
But so many boast about this and that

And what they would do with that empty strap
Load your gun, that's if you even own one
You're throwing up signs where you from, never heard of you

Kill the murderers and _Bust Verses_ at your way
Cause King Tee has set tripping on the bay


[Chorus: King Tee]
Y'all fools got drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame

These fools throwing up westside, known that they never gangbang
Much less "F" around with the hood they claim


That's drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame
These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

[Verse 2: King Tee]

Extra.. Extra, hear the whole scoop about your group
They faker than them birds with whoop, it ain't real
The ship might sail, but when the truth hits the light

Your punk $$# probably can't fight
Telling all your gangster tales over your played out beats
Woofing like you're coming from the streets

But when I'm at your back with heat, there's no room for explaining
Stripped like a (*##$ for campaigning
I'm aiming at these fools who didn't pay their dues like W.C.

Experience to rough and hard times like RUN D
The Triffling King Tee is back with the twelve gauge
I'm finna act a fool, ^!$$%z felt the rampage

Worldwide, with Pooh and Bobcat and Black Devin
I've ripped _Pay Back_ in eighty seven
Swear it ends, I bring the real gangster Bis' unconcealed

Your whole background will be revealed

[Chorus: King Tee w/ minor Variation]

Y'all fools got drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame
These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame

It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame
These fools throwing up westside, known that they never gangbang
Much less "F" around with the hood they claim


[Verse 3: King Tee]
They call me Big Balling, suckers can't fade King Tipsy

Alkaholic gypsy, murdering these sissies
Diss me, I'll find that $$# up real crispy
Glock Nine, talking to you now, baby kiss me

Caution, let me dress that $$# for your coffin
Often, I bring it to these fools quite awesome
I ain't nothing to $#&@ around with

Cause baby, I'll leave you worthless like thirst
I came through to break it down for my coast
The land of the big dogs and the C-Locs
Ain't to be trusted, so raise on up
Before your punk $$# probably get stuck

You little (*##$..

[Chorus: King Tee w/ major variations]
You got drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang
Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ made for shame

These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang
Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame

These fools throwing up westside, known that they never gangbang
Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

That's drama, talking out your brain for fame
It's to put the (*##$ Made for shame
These fools yelling out westside, known that they never gangbang

Much less "F" around with the hood they claim

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