THINKIN OF A DRIVE BY

(Yeah, this Lil Debo 2 in the house)
(This shit goes out to them prejudiced ass white folks)
(Not the cool white folks, and don't rob the black folks) (Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
(I'm outta here)
Project Pat don't give a fuck

Lil Red is fully strapped, I'm with the quickness
And if I gotta buck 'em down to the ground, you'd be my witness
I'm fealin' no heart of a hoe in a female and we poppin' niggas to dirt
The trigger will sprayin', her body start layin'
Stop playa hatin' nigga, 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

Bumpin' on some really hot junts, chiefin' gotta get my high
Scopin' out them bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Pistol play, whatchu' 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 .9, now I'm finna' shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this pimpin' finna do the deal
Ridin' in the soft dog, smokin' off some red huff
Fingers stickin', lickin' off some chicken, papers everywhere
Shot up a victim, tryna take me down for body assault
Trick, that shit ain't over yet, try runnin', I'ma spray my all

I wonder how I'm gon' die, will a nigga shoot me in my hood?
Six niggas deep, ridin' in a blue Fleetwood
Hangin' out the window with that .9 cocked 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 gangsta livin' by his rep
I got my .9 loaded up with the instant clip
But if you slip, I'm gonna let this nina rip
I got my mask on my face, so I won't catch the case
Z-Dogg is in the house for the '96, increasin' the murder rate

I got my .9 in my hand, and I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to go kickin' one of these lemon ass nigga, though
Flaugin ass niggas, killin' meats in the city streets
Talkin' 'bout they fuck up, but you know that they on, G
Nigga, give me some, puttin' some in my fuckin' hand
Let me work some of that dope, so I can get the bigger man
Nigga, you wouldn't give me nothin', so I had to sat the thang
I'm callin' my roadie Debo, now let's go and get 'em man

It's all right fool, chop you giant ass niggas 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 number two pencil radiator
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' on bullshit from yo' bustas
Miss out niggas, revengin' now ain't that a motherfucker

Put a ten up in this bitch, a full metal jacket ready to click
I'm full of that brown, killin' for a high
Look in my eyes, nothing but drive-by's in the Northside
Some niggas don't look surprised, mama cryin'
Baby got popped with the .9, now I'm doin' time, that's my kind
But what? Real niggas don't give a fuck
You buck, we never duck, we keep bustin' 'til we struck

Yeah, this Debo number 1 in this junt
If y'all lookin' for some playas
Come to 3398, Overton Crossing at the Gimisum Dungeon, bitch!