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

[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
No remorseful, it's time I'm with the quickness
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 blunt in my hand, understand I will make a lil' stang
I got mans, hookers savin' the dick and the weed up my nose got me goin' insane

Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat
Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks
In the block, get it off, dump your body in the 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

Riding in the soft dog, smoking off some red talk
Niggas sticking, leaking off some chicken papers everywhere
Shot up a victim, tryna take me down for a bottle of salt
Treat that shit ain't over, you try running, I'ma spray like, y'all

I wonder how I'm gonna die, when the niggas shoot me in my hood
Six niggas deep, riding in a blue Fleetwood
Hanging out the window with that .9 cocked back
I'm running and ducking, I gotta reach the house, so I can get my gat
I reach the house, got my gun up on the shelf
I'm thinking of a murder, a gangsta living by his crib
I got my nine loaded up with the instant clip
But if you slip, I'm gonna let this nina reel
I got my mask on my face, so I won't get the case
Z-dog's will have the last, increase in the murder

I got my nine in my hand and I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to go kick and warn, and deep lemon ass nigga doe
Fragile Lance, niggas killing meats in the city streets
Talking about they fuck up, but you know that D-O-G
Nigga give me some, put some in my fucking hand
Let me work some of that dough, so I can be the bigger man
Nigga, you wouldn't give me nothing, so I had to say thang
I'm calling my road niggas, but now let's go and get them

It's all right for chopping you giant ass niggas down to bits
T-E-U-C-E is costly making hits
Test a man with a full clip, one in the chamber mane
Spit more loose than a number two pencil radiator
Yeah, I got him catching his ass with a clothes hanger
Nuts deflate, pour his blood in a strainer
I'm stepping on toast in '96, taking on bullshit from yo' bosses
Missing out niggas from the Benjy, I ain't got a mother

Head up in that Benjy, full metal jacket ready to kick
I'm putting this crowd, killin' for hot
Look in my eyes, nothing but dry bags
No sad, some niggas don't look surprised
Mother cried, bad guy probably denied
Now I'm doing time, that's my cash
But what? Little niggas don't give a fuck
You buck, we never duck
We keep busting 'til 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