[Hook: Uncle Murda]
He was popping mad shit till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
He was popping mad shit till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
[Post-Hook: Dave East]
100 round drum make the whole block scatter
Blue and whites out, let it go, it don't matter
Youngin 17, got a 40 with a 30
For a pair of Jordans, guarantee he'll do you dirty
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Fresh out the precinct, mama said she praying for me
Talking to the deacon, I was rarely eating
Trips to Baltimore, bussing checks every weekend
Henny drinkers, fuck that wine, ain't sipping Riesling
Uncle from the South, jeans, creased them
Raised on the East, for arguments, niggas'll leave him
My own aunt robbed me, I don't trust a soul breathing
Mama had a job, I sold work for sneakers, believe him
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
He was poppin mad shit, man, he wasn't strapped up
In front of his baby moms, he got smacked up
On the low, he was ready to fight back
Till he saw that Draco then fell right back
Got my finger on the trigger, I'll pull it nigga
Not even Mayweather could box these bullets nigga
Thug Life, I'm Tupac Shakur nigga
Black lives matter but not yours nigga
[Hook: Uncle Murda]
He was popping mad shit till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
He was popping mad shit till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
[Post-Hook: Dave East]
100 round drum make the whole block scatter
Blue and whites out, let it go, it don't matter
Youngin 17, got a 40 with a 30
For a pair of Jordans, guarantee he'll do you dirty
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Real MC on the "check, 1-2" shit
Said you was a gangsta but you won't do shit
Niggas rap senseless cause they all (stupid)
Like I'mma give a fuck if your swag up
Niggas on the strip with a brick just bagged up
Getting big dough or get your big toe tagged up
Real niggas with me and fake niggas with you
Shit go bananas when the apes come and get you
Boom boys with you then they coming with you
Get a group rate, shoot the whole crew face
Knock the top part of your head off like a toupée
I'm too great, you too wack
12 gauge sawed-off, .38 blue strap
All my G niggas asking where the loot at
I'm already war ready, you want beef with SP?
Line em up and get em all ready
[Hook: Uncle Murda]
He was popping mad shit till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
He was popping mad shit till them shells popped out
Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out
NYC Driveby was written by Styles P & Dave East & Uncle Murda.
NYC Driveby was produced by Scram Jones.