THINKIN OF A DRIVE BY Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Debo & Project Pat]
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!

[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' niggas to dirt
The trigger will sprayin', her body start layin', stop player hatin,' nigga, get hurt
Red is my name, with this blunt in my hand, understand, I will make a lil' stang, like a messed hookеr so thick and the weed in my nose, got me goin' insanе,

[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 pimp here finna do the deal
Ridin' in the short-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 shit ain't over yet, try runnin', I'ma spray my yalk,

[Verse 3: Z-Dogg]
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 nine 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 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 niggas door
Flaugin'-ass niggas killin' meats in the city streets
Talkin' 'bout they fucked up, but you know that they aren't G's
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 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 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 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 bullshit from you busters
Miss out niggas, revengin' now ain't that a motherfucker

[Verse 6: Big Hill]
Put a ten up in this bitch, 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 niggas don't look surprised
Mama cryin', baby got popped with the nine, 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

[Outro: Big Debo]
YYeah, this Debo number one in this junt
If y'all lookin' for some players
Come to 3398, Overton Crossing
At the Gimisum Dungeon, bitch