NYC Driveby Scram Jones (Ft. Dave East, Styles P & Uncle Murda)

[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