Three 6 Mafia - Drive By lyrics

Chorus-2x Hit the weed Pa** the dough Mask'em face Hide the yo Ride on up Not too fast Point the guns k** yo' a** 1st verse I'm a North Memphis n***a My n***a to my last days And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up But f** the size If ya step I hold my chrome up Don't give a f** 'Bout them n***as that you hangin' wit' I'm rollin' up Let this tech start sangin' b**h I never quit til' you violators take a nap Pop in yo' car Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap I know ya strapped But you cowards like to play hard But knowing that you don't wanna catch A murder charge See n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor You snort a line in yo' mind Now youse a k**a So pull the trigger so We can let the dice roll Dem hollow tips in yo' sh**'ll leave a nice hole It's Project Pat on the track wit' the dope cookin' And where I'm from Grown men don't take no a** whoopins Chorus-2x 2nd verse Not only weak n***as like to start bullsh**ta But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty I'm low on cheese so I might pull a heisty I know you punk motherf**ers wanna test me Because yo' b**h like to bow down and bless me Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked Up You f**ed up and now you gotta pay the cost Cause youse a ho And I'm the motherf**ing boss Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye Yo' family sad you got k**ed in a drive-by And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang What you gon' do When that thang's in ya face man It's Project Pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll I blow yo' chest out yo' motherf**ing back dawg Chorus-4x Pat starts talking over chorus til end