Styles P - NYC Driveby lyrics

[Hook: Uncle Murda] He was popping mad sh** till them shells popped out Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out He was popping mad sh** till them shells popped out Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out [Post-Hook: Dave East] 100 round drum make the whole block scatter Blue and whites out, let it go, it don’t matter Youngin 17, got a 40 with a 30 For a pair of Jordans, guarantee he’ll do you dirty [Verse 1: Dave East] Fresh out the precinct, mama said she praying for me Talking to the deacon, I was rarely eating Trips to Baltimore, bussing checks every weekend Henny drinkers, f** that wine, ain’t sipping Riesling Uncle from the South, jeans, creased them Raised on the East, for arguments, n***as’ll leave him My own aunt robbed me, I don’t trust a soul breathing Mama had a job, I sold work for sneakers, believe him [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] He was poppin mad sh**, man, he wasn’t strapped up In front of his baby moms, he got smacked up On the low, he was ready to fight back Till he saw that Draco then fell right back Got my finger on the trigger, I’ll pull it n***a Not even Mayweather could box these bullets n***a Thug Life, I’m 2Pac Shakur n***a Black lives matter but not yours n***a [Hook: Uncle Murda] He was popping mad sh** till them shells popped out Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out He was popping mad sh** till them shells popped out Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out [Post-Hook: Dave East] 100 round drum make the whole block scatter Blue and whites out, let it go, it don’t matter Youngin 17, got a 40 with a 30 For a pair of Jordans, guarantee he’ll do you dirty [Verse 3: Styles P] Real MC on the “check, 1-2” sh** Said you was a gangsta but you won’t do sh** n***as rap senseless cause they all (stupid) Like I’mma give a f** if your swag up n***as on the strip with a brick just bagged up Getting big dough or get your big toe tagged up Real n***as with me and fake n***as with you sh** go bananas when the apes come and get you Boom boys with you then they coming with you Get a group rate, shoot the whole crew face Knock the top part of your head off like a toupée I’m too great, you too wack 12 gauge sawed-off, .38 blue strap All my G n***as asking where the loot at I’m already war ready, you want beef with SP? Line em up and get em all ready [Hook: Uncle Murda] He was popping mad sh** till them shells popped out Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out He was popping mad sh** till them shells popped out Bullet hit him in his head, made his brain pop out