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Mia X - Mama Drama - TRU Bitches
Mama Drama
01. Bring It On
02. Whatcha Wanna Do
03. Don’t Start No Shit
04. Mama Drama
05. Imma Shine
06. I Think Somebody
07. Mama’s Tribute
08. What’s Ya Point
09. Thugs Like Me
10. Ride or Run
11. TRU Bitches
12. Puttin’ It Down
13. Ghetto Livin’
14. Play Wit Pussy
15. Don’t Blame Me
16. Daddy
17. Like Dat
18. Sex Ed.
19. Flip 2 Rip
20. Fallen Angels (Dear Jill)
You see this nigga? (x2)
Do you see this? (What about him?)
Catch him
Now we gon' see if your bitch ass catch the next one

Me and my bitches, my folks, about to find these niggas
50 Cal, leavin' slugs on the minds of niggas
Ridin' like Desperados, fingers on the trigger
Slow down, killin' like I fuckin' spot them niggas
Got them niggas, bitch, did you think I'm playin'?
Then the name of the game is called, "Spill your brain"
And let your nigga jump up, like he 'bout to spray
And get his chest ripped open, watch his soul escape
You gotta pay for the shit that you did to me
My lil' lullabies, lickin' shots, rock him to sleep
And the keys at your house, better don't even trip
And the cheese you bitches got, well I'm comin' to get it
I shitted on your whole crew, made 'em feel my weight
Underestimate you bitches, then we seal your fate
I hate sour ass niggas perpetratin' the real
That's why sour ass niggas is killed like you

True bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, hit 'em up
Thug bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, wet 'em up
My bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, hit 'em up
Real bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, wet 'em up

The same bitch who ripped up houses still rowdy as fuck
Gun clappin', soldier action in your mug like, "What?"
Don't give a fuck how you come, but you better come right
Cause you gon' get your issue and your clique can die right with ya
Hit ya with the kinda shit that's gon' rip you up
Crime lab need the shovels, tryin' to pick you up
I had your block on fire when the chopper spit
Neighbors saw everything but they ain't sayin' shit
I gets respect like my name was AK-47
I got 'em checked like fat smears and beauty pageant contestants
I teach these fatal lessons, nigga, chastise you between the eyes
And it's no surprisin', I've been known for gettin' my ride on
I'm risin' on these streets, my clique's invadin' the space
Mama, Drama, me and X, all ladies, Scarface, we all the same
Bloody rain on my enemies, what?
True bitches boss, straight tearin' shit up, now put your guns up

True bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, hit 'em up
Thug bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, wet 'em up
My bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, hit 'em up
Real bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, wet 'em up
True bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, hit 'em up
Thug bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, wet 'em up
My bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, hit 'em up
Real bitches put your guns up, put 'em up
When them muthafuckas run up, wet 'em up