THINKIN OF A DRIVE BY

[Intro: Lil Debo]
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
I'm outta here

Project Pat don't give a fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
No remorseful, it's time I'm with the quickest
And if I gotta buck 'em down so now you'd be my witness
I'm fillin' the hole of a whore that the man and we pop a niggas to dirt
This hooker we slayin' a body tha's layin' a pay, hey nigga you heard
Where is my .9 with this gun in my hand, understand I won't make it this time
I got mans, hookers savin' the dick and the weed up my nose got mе goin' this time

Pumpin' on some [?] hood jump chiefin' gotta gеt my high
Scopin' out the murders mane it's time to do a dr-
Killed to play, wish you were safe
Mane I gotta kill you three, stiff in your blood
Give it enough, dump your body in a ditch

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Ride in the south, dawg smokin' on some Red Clov'
Niggas thinkin' they cannot suck dick and pay for said it while shot
Couple did, don't try to take me down from barely your soul
Quit that shit, I know who you'll try rollin' [up?] a [?]

I wonder who I'm gon' die, will a nigga shoot me in my hood?
Six niggas did ride in a blue Fleetwood
Hangin' out the window with that .9 cocked back
All runnin' and duckin', I gotta reach the house so I can get my gat
I reach the house, get my gun up on the shelf
I'm thinking of a murder, A gangster living by his [?]
I got my 9 loaded up with the guts to kill?
But if you slip, I'm gonna let this nina reel
I got my mask on my face so I won't get a case
See dogs in the house [?] are everlasting, increasing the murder rate (yuh)

I got my .9 in my hand and I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to go kick you. Wanting to let me in as I kick in the door
Fragile-ass niggas, killin' these in the city street
Talkin' bout they fuck-ups but you know a nigga they always cheat
Nigga give me some, put some in my bucket, and let me pour some of that dope, so I can be the bigger man
Nigga you won't give me nothin' so I had to send him back
I'm callin' my bro Debo now let's go and get him, man

It's alright fo' I chop you dumb ass niggas down to bits
D-E-U-C-E it's cause to make you dip
That's the man who put a full clip one in the chain, my man
Spit more lyrics than a number two pencil radiator
Yeah, I got em', catch his ass wit' a clothes hanger
Nuts deflate, pour his blood in a strainer
I'm steppin' on toes and 96 takin' a [?] from me
Busters missed our niggas again (shit) now I can't add our money

Put a nigga up in this bitch and from the [jack?] you made [?] put a proud killer on [?]
Look in my eye. Put-a the trap back [?] so that nigga don't look surprised
Momma cryin', that guy probably planned that I'm doin' time, that's my [guy]
For what? Those niggas don't give a fuck
You thought we'd never duck, we keep bustin' till' we struck

Yeah, this Debo number 1 in this junt, if y'all lookin' for some playas come to 3398 [?] at the Gimisum Dungeon, bitch