Drive By Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse - Three 6 Mafia

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

I'm a North Memphis nigga 

My nigga to my last days 

And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze 

See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up 

But fuck the signs 

If ya step I hold my chrome up 

Don't give a fuck 

'Bout them niggas that you hangin' wit' 

I'm rollin' up 

Let this tech start sangin' bitch 

I never quit 'til you violators take a nap 

Pop in yo' car 

Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap 

I know ya strapped 

But you cowards like to play hard 

But knowing that you don't wanna catch 

A murder charge 

See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor 

You snort a line in yo' mind 

Now you'se a killa 

So pull the trigger so 

We can let the dice roll 

Dem hollow tips in yo' 

Shit'll leave a nice hole 

It's Project Pat on the track 

Wit' the dope cookin' 

And where I'm from 

Grown men don't take no ass whoopins 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta 

But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya 

I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty 

I'm low on cheese so I might pull a heisty 

I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me 

Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me 

Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up 

And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked up 

You fucked up 

And now you gotta pay the cost 

'Cause you'se a hoe 

And I'm the motherfucking boss 

Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye 

Yo' family sad, you got killed in a drive-by 

And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang 

What you gon' do 

When that thang's in ya face man 

It's Project Pat wit' that 

12 guage strapped ya'll 

I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass 

Hit the weed, pass the dough 

Mask 'em face, hide the yo 

Ride on up, not too fast 

Point the guns, kill yo' ass