Mask and da Glock

[Produced by DJ Paul & Juicy J] [Intro] Here comes the pain! [Hook] Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you (pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break) Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you (pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes) Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you (pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break) Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you (pop pop 'till 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 catch ya lil ass slippin' Glock poppin' bustas 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 bitches I just clizzick Plenty of blood, no suspects, only victims laying dead Shells laying in their body's, it's the fucking bullet lead Now niggas in the morgue and I could give a fuck less Keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress Headed back to my fuckin' hood, project born, ridge grove Hustla' raised gangsta' raised business up in [?] 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 bustas' step and you're gonna die Comin' at yo' ass victim of a fuckin' drive by [Hook] [Verse 2: SOG] Straight from the North bitch, ridge grove is my stomping 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 bustas man, bring that shit to the door I'm able, unfadable no nigga' can fuck with this You talk all that bullshit to yo' mouth goes my fuckin' fist I'm jackin' 5000 bitch so go home and get yo' gat You better take cover ho cause this shit is on like that Squeezin' my fuckin' trigger blastin' to take yo' life Your niggas done got all down so you have to pay the price Jumped in the fuckin' ride loced up like from head to toe I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow My gat is 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 [Hook]