Double Time [Drama's Cadence]

Ya’ll act like ya heard me Instead of bustin my chopper man
I kiss down on dirt goin be in my heart
cause A-T-L where i’m from
And everywhere be my stompin ground with 3−4-5 ya heard
We trane as we kill’em, and no low limit were wit’em
I thought ya taught like ya succas, I can tell when you’re weak
Thats why I lead to tough succas low haters low punk now friends
Hatin on drama goin get you coward
And that means
Ooooooo I got my jeans and my boots
Ooooooo I’m tight wit my troops
Ooooooo My left, right, my left, Ooo lord I’m tight to def
TIGHT TO DEF!
See im a walk like a soujah, stay in tv told ya I left right, come look here boy, I done told him where im from
It ain’t no luck, thats the killaz, thats the fiends
From down south, dont charge us with them means
We don’t bring it don’t slang it If it don’t walk it don’t talk it Either go leave the house and bring your pistal and amor
With D-R-A-M-A goin do you like rambo
A ten top about fate give me this shit
foward march
Line em’up shoot em’down like Adolf Hitler
He talking the talk nigga walk the walk
I don’t get down wit no succas, I roll with killaz and high rolls
smoke rolls like dojahs
Cant get buck I done told ya
I’m tight like the 5s---8 and you wearing the twelve
I’ma bust ya’ll bustaz style the cut to brains
Burn in the fire punk like a really hot clothes hanger
Blast’em to my last clip
My last on I holla out
Tight to def
For the 2000 ya’ll
We done tooked over