Lyrics:
whips now
Drive by shoot from pole position
Shooting shots on intuition
Shooting blind like superstition
Still can't make you see the vision
If you were
suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
Ehh hee
Comin' back like I just sold a sack on the 99
Drive by n I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb
now marked for death
(You a dead man)
I put some figures on ya head
I hold the double barrel shotty right up to ya chest
Ima blow off all ya fingers n
followed one by one on my chest
And headed on back to my face to rest
The trip to my head was like a race
They all made it though, and that's why I got
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
and the monkeys in the jungle scream
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on,
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to death
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the nigga
they drive by
Swanging good vibes
Keep them waves high
Peep them felines
Got a stack left to do before I hit the gates though
Can't be late, so
moment the storm grows darker
Clutched to our chests, all that we cherish
Whipped about by a whirlwind
Certain that we will perish
Like a little child, I
Yeah, come outside
Niggas say they gang-bang
They don't come outside
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm just, in, in the booth tweaking right now, man
Lawd, an' you cain' drive steel like me"
De man dat invented de steam drill
Thought he was mighty fine
John Henry drove his fifteen feet
An' de
pon e spot Bwoy weh we come fah Daag. Nuff gyal deh yah But a nuff gun deh yah which Bwoy wah dead inna the Sunday yah gi dem a Drive By inna
would have a desk job
Ticking 'till I off myself
Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Used to get paid by the hour (oh, ohhh)
Now I'm just
gun
See man a run up and dung like stadium
The bwoy dem soft like a the baby tongue
Crime scene drive by ina the prado
Buss shot split head like
the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find
blue
If he talking shit imma slide by you
Do a drive by you gone get you a wreck
Nigga said what; better get it off your chest
5-7 Bullets gone rip thru
dem a follow and a do a drive by
Rifle shot kick him off di bike back
Run down pon di bwoy dem as di bike drop
Skull pop, tripe pop, Gaza run di block
conflictions
This is me trying to paint my addictions
This a dead man thats walks with living
This is me trying to paint my addictions
This a dead man thats
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
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