Theme Music to a Drive-By

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco & The Spinners]

No one does it better

(I said do it, do it) No one does it better

What down Charlie?

How you doing? Good, hey what up Joe?

I'm just chilling, know what I'm saying chilling, ain't nothing, yo

I said nah man, there's people out there better than me

I just do what I do, you know what I'm saying? Yeah aight

[Verse 1]

Uh, I can't feel a field nigga pain

Devious skill that make a strong willed nigga wane

Since a lil nigga hang with the killers and distributers of 'caine

They dismemberers of swishers then refill it with the Jane

Then they tilt it and they lit it with a flame

Then they took a pull of killer to the brain like (inhale noise) ah

Evil minded like Krang they became

They deranged like the Rover that I rode

That was the Range that I drove when I was a little bit older, mayne

Declaring war on the deck like they The Joker

All while, ducking from Bruce Wayne

While they polka with the devil in our moonlitten ghetto

Hello My Name stickers on the stickers of the veins

In rehab, remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow

When they was all back of a nickel like Monticello

When the underworld had to be smarter than Donatello

No honor amongst fellows

It's harder than sitting with a blind man and

Trying to describe yellow

Got me feeling like killer Joe

My life the album, know the classics by heart

And exactly how the filler go

Repeat it on my way to the liquor store, Charlie

[Interlude]

What's up? what's down, what down

You know, true, how are you, when yo cousin getting out? what you in for? (..) stupid niggas

You know I'm sayin, it's why I do what I do

I be aight, we all be aight

We just gotta learn how to stay in our lane

And do what we know how to do, you know

[Verse 2]

'Cause, I can't feel the field nigga chains

Though I covet mine, so I covered mine in bling

Then I bumped into a bum and covered mine in shame

Then I bumped into a hun and uncovered mine again

Diamonds then under minded mayne

They give a nigga with no mack another kinda game

See money talks in another kinda slang

Detectives can't decipher as they listen through the wire

As I accept the call and listen to the lifer

Getting religion, making wudhu in the sink of your cell

Reciting Al-Fatiha in the kitchen

Indeed on his deen and in addition to doing dishes

Listen as I get schooled to the rules to rule

The fuel of fools, the obstacles, the cool

Had to slow it down homie

Chopped and screwed, he said blow it down for me

Sticks and stones make the homes

Only God's words can stop the wolves

And don't fraternize with pigs those kids'll think your stool

Not at the bar but trying to put him behind the bar like a bartender

He laid the law like the bar so I put it in a bar for dude

He said, borrow my jewels and bar the fools

'Cause they'll play ya like the space bar in Tools

Theme music to a drive-by, put it in your car and cruise, uh, uh