You Don't Want Drama Lyrics

2 Sweet

[Intro - DJ 313]
It's 313 and Thug city Bitch, 2 Sweet and D-Nizel
Detroit, It is 313 Records/ Thug City Entertainment, c'mon now
Let's go, let's do the damn thang, c'mon

[Verse 1 - 2 Sweet]
Straight from the underground, its that Boy from D-Town/
Spit it how I live it, 313/TCE, and Detroit City that's how I get down/
GirI, I wanna see you Make it Hot, let a playa know where you from/
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, drop it down, then bring it up/
Back it up, a girl like you, a playa like me can't pass it up/
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up/
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here/
I break the foundation, I'm one of a kind/
D-Boy with a wrist and neck that shine/
We Hard to touch, sorry to say that them boys out here ain't hard as us/
Sweet and D, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us/
Lay it down/
Please remember, When it comes to the paper, we dont play around/
If you wanna Disrespect, please remember, Gunz we gon spray them round

[Chorus- ALL]

(DJ 313)
Buss a Bitch head, smack a ho, shoot the club up/
Buss a Bitch head, smack a ho, shoot the club up/

(D-Nizel)
If You a Bitch/
If You a Snitch/
You better stop because..........

(All)
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

[Verse 2 - D-Nizel]
Get up, Mutha Fucka, Get crunk
Say U got Gunz, then let's race to the trunk
Get a pump, unload and dump
Fuck it, close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's take his bitch and beat and leave him
We is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
You all is some pussies and lucky yo girl pussy was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, from drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with Us D-Boyz
In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
And 2 Sweet is loadin the clip, for Bitches who wanna trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip, we gonna set 'em bullets free

[Chorus]

[Verse 3- 2 Sweet]
313 and TCE, get it crunk fa sho
My label, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my jeans
My Team in swimmin' in pools wit models who in they teens
Them boys, they hate it, beacause we hustle, and we made it
We richer, the picture, is Three of the greatest

[2 Sweet]
The realest, you bump some 313 you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it

[D-Nizel]
We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin

[2 Sweet]
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Our Gunz Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it

[Chorus]

[Outro - DJ 313]
So here we go, 313/TCE
Sweet and D , D-Boys
Told You that You don't want no drama,
Fuckin' with us, you don't want none
I see you Drew, let's tear this shit up
I said let's tear this shit up!

[2 Sweet]
Yeah, 313/TCE, DJ 313, 2 Sweet the HNIC, The G-Soldierz,
Shout out to Baby Boy, D-Nizel, D-Boyz Run this Mutha Fucka
We Holdin it down
For D-Town

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