Homicidal Ride

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Load that .44, get yo' mask
(?) mad as fuck, mane I finna kick sum ass
Rollin' deep, lookin' good, loced out in yo' neighbourhood
Nothin' but bullet lead shot at yo' head, bitch I thought you understood
Jumpin' up out the fuckin' car shootin' at 'em tryna kill 'em dead
(?) hangin' up out the roof, T Dog makin' 'em eat sum lead
Gangsta D stomp the gas, (?) they fuckin' blood
(?) as I head to the Hill, bitch you know it ain't no love
Havin' thoughts of them hoes, mane that hit was funny as hell
But I think (?)
Burnin' yawk hot to my skin (?) got them tricks in the morgue
(?) .44 hollow points spray (?) in yo' head
Blood spill (?)
Headed back to the funeral home, all I see is blood and tears
(?) I'm hangin' up outta that Chevy, I'm blastin', harassin'
These niggas that's constantly runnin' they die, victim of a homocide

[Verse 2: Mac T Dog]
Jump into the monkey suit, tie up my boot, slippin' on them (?) gloves
(?) blunt that I had from last night (?) .38 slug
Cock it back, put it on my waistline, headed out the front do' ho
4 Corner niggas in the junt for the '95, knockin' on yo' do' like death tho
(?) blastin' at yo' funky ass
(?) puttin' you bitches in a bodybag
(?) leavin' you bitches stankin', body hangin' ho
What's up to my niggas spankin' in 201 on the second flo'
Buck these bitches, buck these bitches cuz you know we strapped like (?)
Beatin' these bustas down to the ground, hollow points makin' these tricks take a nap
Step to the hood, you gon' die (?) up in a line of fire
4 Corner nigga (?) a homicidal ride

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Duck and dodge, scared to die, Project Pimp a psycho thug
(?) shootin' that thang, have ya feelin' burnin' pains
In yo' chest, chop you up, hit you like a fuckin' crash
Hollow point turn up and break through yo lungs comin' up out yo' fuckin' ass
Runnin' yo' mouth, makin' me click, 'bout to get yo' c-izz-ap peeled
Now you on the ground, meetin' yo' death, fuckin' with the fuckin' Hill
(?) finna pull yo' fuckin' card
(?) the rest of the Hill, had to call my nigga (?)
(?) up in this bitch
Infrared scopin' yo' ass with a beam, time to plot a fuckin' scheme
Chillin' with my nigga Lil Tommy, Princess Loko, T Dog nigga
Straight from the mothafuckin' Hill but I'm also down with the mothafuckin' 4 Corner killas

[Verse 4: Mac T Dog]
Beat a bitch to the flo', (?) 4 Corners ho
(?) river, tied up in a (?)
.45 Glock hollow points pop, tearin' off you biches face
Now yo' fuckin' casket closed (?)
(?) so damn thick (?) one of you bitch ass boys
Makin' all these sucka bustas, neighbourhood (?)
Mac T Dog finna click with that tizzy TEC-9
Bullets rippin' through yo' chest, rotatin' to yo' fuckin' spine
If you ain't down with the damn shit trick watch yo' ass gone die
T Dog on a mission bitch cuz it's just a homicidal ride