Mask And Da Glock Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Lil Glock & S.O.G., Lil Glock (Memphis) & S.O.G. (Memphis))
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[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' yo' ass slippin'
Glock poppin', bustas droppin', niggas duckin' from this shit
Mask on my face, no description of who made this hit
Bitches thynkin' "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, ridge grove
Hustler raised, gangsta 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 bustas! step, and you're gonna die
Comin' at yo' ass, victim of a fuckin' drive-by
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' yo' ass slippin'
Glock poppin', bustas droppin', niggas duckin' from this shit
Mask on my face, no description of who made this hit
Bitches thynkin' "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, ridge grove
Hustler raised, gangsta 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 bustas! step, and you're gonna die
Comin' at yo' ass, victim of a fuckin' drive-by
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