Double Time (Drama's Cadence)

Y'all act like ya heard me Instead of bustin my chopper man I kiss down on dirt [say what] 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[I 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 that's 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!! 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 I'ma walk like a soldier, stay cheifin doja I left right, come look here boy, I done told him where I'm from It ain't no luck, that's the killaz, that's the fiends From down south, don't 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[what] With D-are-A-M-A goin do you like rambo A ten top about fate give me this shit foward march 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!! Line em' up shoot em' down [uh huh] like Adolf Hitler [say what] He talking the talk nigga walk the walk I don't get down wit no succas, I roll with killaz and high rolls [I guarantee] smoke rolls like dojahs can't get buck I done told ya[can't get me scared] I'm tight like the 5s---8 and you wearing the twelve I'ma bust ya'll bustaz style the cut to brains[ok] Burn in the fire punk like a really hot clothes hanger Blast'em to my last clip My last on I holla out 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!! Tight to def For the 2000 ya'll We done tooked over