Mask And Da Glock - Three 6 Mafia

hangin out tha window holdin tight to my murder weapon

hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catch ya lil ass slippin

glock poppin bustas droppin niggas duckin from dis shit

mask on my face no decription of who made this hit

bitches thinkin «who was it?»

bitch, it was triple six

devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick

plenty of blood no suspects only victims laying dead

shells laying in their bodys, its the fucking bullet lead

now niggas in da morgue and I could give a fuck less

keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress

headed back to my fuckin hood

project born ridge grove

hustla raised gangsta raised bussiness up in?

now sorry your 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 your gonna die

comin at yo ass victim of a fuckin drive by.

(course)x4 break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you (pop pop till

you drop body full of bullet holes)

straight from the north bitch, ridge grove is my stomping 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 bustas man, bring that shit to the door

i’m able, unfadable no nigga can fuck wit dis

you talk all that bulshit to yo mouth goes my fuckin fist

I’m jackin 5000 bitch so go home and get yo gat

you better take cover hoe 'cause this shit is on like that

squeezin my fuckin trigger blastin to take your life

your niggaz done got all down so you have to pay the price

jumped in the fuckin ride loced up like from head to toe

I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow

my gat is tight in my hand its 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

its too late to run bitch, victim of a drive by

(course)X4