Victim of a Drive By lyrics

[Intro: Pachanga, Carlito]
"Let's put him in the trunk of the car
And drive him off the pier"
("f*ck you, man")
"It ain't that far, down the block
It'd be like the old days.. be fun"
"Here comes the pain!"

[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes

[Verse 1: Lil Glock]
Hangin' out the window holdin' tight, to my murder weapon
Hit the lights, creep up slow bullet lead, catch yo' lil ass slippin'
Glock poppin', bustas droppin'
n*ggas duckin', from this sh*t
Mask on my face, no description of who made this hit
b*tches thinkin' "Who was it?" b*tch, it was Triple Six
Devil thoughts, evil thoughts
Trizzick, bizzitch, I just clizzick
Plenty of blood, no suspects only victims layin' dead
Shells layin' in their body's, it's the f*ckin' bullet lead
Now, n*ggas in the morgue and I could give a f*ck less
Keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress
Headed back to my f*ckin' hood, project born, Ridgegrove
Hustler raised, gangster raised, business up in dirty coast
Now, sorry you're the one, got me reachin' for my hip
No friends in the game, in the spot, victim of my clip
f*ck all you busters, step and you're gonna die
Comin' at yo' ass, victim of a f*ckin' drive by
[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes

[Verse 2: S.O.G.]
Straight from the North, b*tch
Ridgegrove is my stompin' ground
You n*ggas don't make a move, you b*tches don't make a sound
Sawed-Off Gangsta' and n*gga Glock, back in for the 94'
Tellin' all you punk busters man, bring that sh*t to the door
I'm able, unfadable, no n*gga can f*ck with this
You talk all that bullsh*t, to yo' mouth goes my f*ckin' fist
I'm jackin' five thousand b*tch, so go home and get yo' Gat
You better take cover, ho', 'cause, this sh*t is on like that
Squeezin' my f*ckin' trigger, blastin' to take yo' life
Your n*ggas done got all down, so you have to pay the price
Jumped in the f*ckin' ride, loced up like, from head to toe
I pulled out a sack of ink, rolled up as we start to blow
My Gat is tight in my hand, it's too late, to break and run
My bullets ejected, b*tch got shot down by teflons
On a spree, killin' see, welcome to the evil side
It's too late to run, b*tch, victim of a drive by
[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes