[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
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