Thinkin’ Of A Drive By lyrics

[Intro: Lil Debo]
Yeah, this Lil' Debo two in the house
This sh*t goes out to them prejudiced ass white folks, not the cool white folks
And don't rob the black folks
I'm outta here

[Verse 1: Lil Red]
Lil' Red is fully strapped, I'm with the quickness
And if I gotta buck 'em down to the ground you'll be my witness
I'm feelin' no heart of a ho in a female and we poppin' n*ggas to dirt
The trigger will sprayin', her body start layin', stop player hatin,' n*gga, get hurt
Red is my name, with this blunt in my hand, understand, I will make a lil' stang, like a messed hooker so thick and the weed in my nose, got me goin' insane

[Verse 2: Lil Nut]
Bumpin' on some Willie Hutch, I'm chiefin', gotta get my high
Scopin' out them busters, mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Pimps don't play, what you will say
Mane, I gotta kill you, trick
Cruise to your block, we gettin' off, dump your body in the ditch
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna' shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this 50 finna do the deal
Ridin' in the soft dog, smokin' on some red huff
Fingers stickin', lickin' off some chicken, papers everywhere
Shot up a victim, tryna take me down for body assault
Trick, that sh*t ain't over yet, try runnin', I'ma spray my yalk
[Verse 3: Z-Dogg]
I wonder how I'm gon' die, will a n*gga shoot me in my hood?
Six n*ggas deep, ridin' in a blue Fleetwood
Hangin' out the window with that nine c*cked back
I'm runnin' and duckin'
I gotta reach the house, so I can get my Gat
I reach the house, grip my gun up off the shelf
I'm thinkin' of a murder, a gangster livin' by his rep
I got my nine loaded up with the extra clip
But if you slip, I'm gonna let this nina rip
I got my mask on my face, so I won't catch a case
Z-Dogg's in the house for the 9-6, increasin' the murder rate

[Verse 4: Lil Debo]
I got my nine in my hand and I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to go kick in one of these lemon ass n*ggas door
Flaugin'-ass n*ggas killin' meats in the city streets
Talkin' 'bout they f*cked up, but you know that they aren't G's
n*gga, give me some, puttin' some in my f*ckin' hand
Let me work some of that dope, so I can get the bigger man
n*gga, you wouldn't give me nothin', so I had to set a thang
I'm callin' my roadie Debo, now let's go and get 'em, mane

[Verse 5: 211]
It's all right, fool, chop you giant ass n*ggas down
The big D-E-U-C-E is constantly makin' hits
Test a man with a full clip, one in the chamber, mane
Spittin' more lyrics, than a numb or toothless, I'm ready, yeah
Yeah, I got 'em, catch his ass with a clothes hanger
Nuts deflate, pour his blood in a strainer
I'm steppin' on toes in '96, takin' no bullsh*t from you busters
Miss out n*ggas, revengin' now ain't that a motherf*cker
[Verse 6: Big Hill]
Put a ten up in this b*tch, a full metal jacket ready to click
I'm full of that crown, killin' for a high
Look in my eyes, nothin' but drive-by's in the Northside
Some n*ggas don't look surprised, mama cryin'
Baby got popped with the nine, now I'm doin' time that's my kind
But what? Real n*ggas don't give a f*ck
You buck, we never duck, we keep bustin' 'til we struck

[Outro: Big Debo]
Yeah, this Debo number one in this junt
If y'all lookin' for some players
Come to 3398, Overton Crossing at the Gimisum Dungeon, b*tch