We some drama settas
Holdin on the chedda, clips to sever, rip ya leatha, grip the levers forever
Dog We some drama settas
Dont mean to sound impatient, but if you fakin, be blatant the heat bakin
Hoe We some drama settas
This shit find me no matter what i do, so fuck it, its up to you
If you mama gotta letta
Tellin her she dont gotta son, zip ya toungue n run mofucka we some
DRAMA SETTAS

+PAUL CAIN+
Im known to hug blocks, tote glocs, snub shots
One cock, i pop, you flop,its done ock
Im into this rap game thing, n im plannin to loot
Spread jelly on the mic, cuz Cain be Jammin in the booth
Alotta dudes talk, and a few never spray
Gotta buy a vest before i get a new pair of J's
Blood....is what im comin to spill
You gon feel like charcoal, when the heat's under ya grill
Its alotta niggas that try to call me wack
So much drama, Mary J wont even call me back
Heat melt ya face, like it MUST be butter
Hit you so hard ya shoulders gon touch each other
Any underhanded shit, we gon handle it damnit
Paul's a gorilla, throw concerts on Animal Planet
I start what i finish, finish what a start
That lil flame you got get diminished to a spark..Im gone...

We some drama settas
Holdin on the chedda, clips to sever, rip ya leatha, grip the levers forever
Dog We some drama settas
Dont mean to sound impatient, but if you fakin, be blatant the heat bakin
Hoe We some drama settas
This shit find me no matter what i do, so fuck it, its up to you
If you mama gotta letta
Tellin her she dont gotta son, zip ya toungue n run mofucka we some
DRAMA SETTAS

+ONEMIC+
Yo, watch out, cuz your listenin to a master in the makin’
I spit so hot, you get tanned, like you was on vacation
I come hard, cuz I know how to play these kids
I’ll beat your ass, then “change clothes” jus’ like Jay-Z did
Wit me, it’s dope from the start ‘til I finish my verse
I deliver punchlines, and spit the odd deliberate curse
Im rippin the set, i spit lines while grippin a tech
Im like “Common”, cuz im “faithful”, and I’ll spit ‘til my death
Producin’ lyrical threats, that’ll cripple the best
I aint finishin yet, im waitin for my verse to stick to your chest
Best believe like “Lauryn Hill”, I’ll be “killing you softly”
You can’t sleep on this, I’ll keep you awake, like givin you coffee
I got no worries, im always risin in rap, wit sumthin to gain
If I fall, just gimme me a mic, and I can numb’n my pain
Im like a catalyst, I stay dope, chemically nuthin will change
It’s Hitchcock, Showdown and One, here to double the flame


CHORUS:
We some drama settas
Holdin on the chedda, clips to sever, rip ya leatha, grip the levers forever
Dog We some drama settas
Dont mean to sound impatient, but if you fakin, be blatant the heat bakin
Hoe We some drama settas
This shit find me no matter what i do, so fuck it, its up to you
If you mama gotta letta
Tellin her she dont gotta son, zip ya toungue n run mofucka we some
DRAMA SETTAS

+SHOWDOWN+
I'll slash and dash cut your throat,send it to your mom
tick tock....the clock ticking with connected to a bomb
drop the gun nigga dont try....you aint got a chance
the best look they'll ever get of you is from a glance
leave ya dumped and slumped left all alone.......
i aint rich bitch i dont need you broke ho's.......
flash the pistol i dont matter keep on swingin
runnin and gunnin shit you still be missin.....
floura like dora...get in the box PANDORA
come here....get closer....i got a present for YA
it goes clickity clack.............fasho you cant match
i make the real clap back...watch yo ass get snatched
trapped in a daze....nevermind get the gun and cock it
lock the door...blow your mind now come out the closet
nevermind your 9...shit here's my rocket.....
snatch yo wack ass body stuff ya in the wack pocket...
i can pop and lock it.........you can try you cant stop it
i got more combinations than a locksmith


We some drama settas
Holdin on the chedda, clips to sever, rip ya leatha, grip the levers forever
Dog We some drama settas
Dont mean to sound impatient, but if you fakin, be blatant the heat bakin
Hoe We some drama settas
This shit find me no matter what i do, so fuck it, its up to you
If you mama gotta letta
Tellin her she dont gotta son, zip ya toungue n run mofucka we some
DRAMA SETTAS

Hitchcock:
Yeah son dont get it twisted the boss of bosses HITCHCOCK<<<< THE CARTEL JOINTS COMIN SOON

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Open Mic's

Lick Shots=Hitchcock feat Paul Cain and The Sick One
Opposite of Cold= The Cartel
Dear Others=Hitchcock
Kill That Static=Hitchcock