Mask And Da Glock

Lyrics

[Intro: Pachanga & Carlito] Let's put him in the trunk of the car And drive him off the pier Fuck you, man Come on, papi, man, It ain't that far Down the block, man Come on just like the old days, Papi, be calm, be calm Here comes the pain [Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat] Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop Bre-break, bre-break, break, break Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop Bre-break, bre-break, break, break Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes [Verse 1: Lil Glock] Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder weapon Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' your ass slippin' Glock poppin', busters droppin', niggas duckin' from this shit Mask on my face, no description of who made this hit Bitches thinkin' "Who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bizzitch I just clizzick Plenty of blood, no suspects, only victims layin' dead Shells layin' in their body's, it's the fuckin' bullet lead Now niggas in the morgue, and I could give a fuck less Keep my business quiet, it's kept mothers in their black dress Headed back to my fuckin' hood, project born, Ridgegrove Hustler raised, gangster raised, business up in dirty coast Now sorry you're the one got me reachin' for my hip No friends in the game in the spot, victim of my clip Fuck all you busters, step, and you're gonna die Comin' at your ass, victim of a fuckin' drive-by [Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat] Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop Bre-break, bre-break, break, break Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop Bre-break, bre-break, break, break Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes [Verse 2: S.O.G.] Straight from the North, bitch, Ridgegrove is my stompin' ground You niggas don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound Sawed-off Gangsta and nigga Glock, back in for the '94 Tellin' all you punk busters, mane, bring that shit to the door I'm able, unfadable, no nigga can fuck with this You talk all that bullshit, to your mouth goes my fuckin' fist I'm jackin' five thousand, bitch, so go home and get your gat You better take cover, ho, 'cause this shit is on like that Squeezin' my fuckin' trigger, blastin' to take your life Your niggas done got all down, so you have to pay the price Jumped in the fuckin' ride, loced up, mane, from head to toe I pulled out a sack of ink, rolled up as we start to blow My gat gets tight in my hand, it's too late to break and run My bullets ejected, bitch, got shot down by teflons On a spree, killin' see, welcome to the evil side It's too late to run, bitch, victim of a drive-by [Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat] Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop Bre-break, bre-break, break, break Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop Bre-break, bre-break, break, break Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes