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letra de mask and da glock (victim of a drive-by) - three 6 mafia

[produced by dj paul & juicy j]

[intro]
here comes the pain!

[hook]
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
(pop pop ’till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
(pop pop ’till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
(pop pop ’till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you
(pop pop ’till 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 ya lil -ss 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 b-tches i just clizzick
plenty of blood, no suspects, only victims laying dead
sh-lls laying in their body’s, it’s the f-cking 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, ridge grove
hustla’ raised gangsta’ 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 bustas’ step and you’re gonna die
comin’ at yo’ -ss victim of a f-ckin’ drive by

[verse 2: sog]
straight from the north b-tch, ridge grove is my stomping 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 bustas 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’ 5000 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, k!llin’ see, welcome to the evil side
it’s too late to run b-tch, victim of a drive by

- three 6 mafia

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