Xero – Drive By Shooting - Ft Dchesron & Others lyrics

[Jabbar] (Talking)
And you challenge me to rap motherfucker? (Yo Yo I say this all the motherfucking time)
I don't know who the fuck you think you are
I got a whole army comin to bring you down baby (They all bullshit, come on)
I got Limn, I got Kapone, I got Xero and I got chesron and me
We fuck you motherfuckers up,
Don't step up to the play because you can't handle this motherfucking heat (They can't handle)
Bring it (We gonna bring.. Bring this motherfucker, I wanna hear some)

[Xero] (Talking)
Yo, Thugz Generation doing it again
Smugglin Beat up in this motherfucker.. Yow take it punks

[Dchesron]
Gotta get on it makin this track they never come back
When it comes to rap, let it be a fact
Man I'll be a cat bitin on this track tryn the be a fagg
Lookin at fools and makin them fooled
By breakin and fakin and takin the rules by the fooles
Get them booied laughin at the mothafuckaz wanna be cool
Gotta do this song, ow shit what the fuck you want to do
Killin and takin the way and get a bad day
Nobody will say and pray get away, and fet off of what yall say
Cmon lay down don't fuck around
Rockin the beat and make a mc a wanna be livin like a ridah gonna be,
A G see me and flee bitch you don't wanna be me, you felany,
Gotta flee from the problems you will see
Man for real what the fuck shakin the song
Gotta kill you and ur brothaz in a drive-by mothafucking punk

[Chorus:]
[Xero] (Dchesron)
We say the truth only the truth
If it hurts then tell me what to do
A drive by oh man that's fake
Please tell me there is other way
We didn't start we only finish
And there is no way we can diminish
Our words and our lines
Cause that's the way it goes with our rhymes
We say the truth only the truth
If it hurts then tell me what to do
A drive by oh man that's fake
Please tell me there is other way

(Dchesron meanwhile Xero sings)
Nobody will hear the punks
They only show off
They will fall off

[Xero]
Lost souls your shit is gettin old
I'm rollin in dollars yo
Rollin with dough, improvin my flow
You hoes never sayin no
But I know you get way too high
Tryin to fuck with my crew
The maker of the ridedie die
Motherfucker what's that drive by
All you make me is laugh at
Your stupid comments you sayin to us
We got way too much guts
Answer your shit you aint comin back
We packed our gats kill ya wit a mak
Got all this rap, not your crap
Hack, slash your words with my attack
Makin a rhyme, makin a line
I fight you punks back in time
And still doin it now, it's all about respect
Motherfuckers get on ur knees and start to beg
Yeah that's what you heard

[Kapone]
Gotta get up get my thoughtz free
Here I go
Fake muthafukkaz now tryin to flee
Cuz we be
A whole muthafukkin army
Heard this story kid almost shot in a drive-by
I guess he was high
Couldn't tell the diferents for some water
And then he lie lie lie
Waterpistols aimed at his head
Lil bitch ducked on the ground
Cuz he thought he was dead
Many tears he shead
(What you talkin bout bitch?)
Punk muthafukka
Tell me do eat a fuckin dick?
Fuckin lost soul
Klick klick klick
Boom
You got back on the ground?
Where I found you like a bitch
After hearin that sound?
I laugh at lil kiddys like you
Actin all coo
Only able to fool
The same muthafukkin toys like you!

Bitch

[Limn]

Time 4 the Funeral, and gather the paul bearers 2Gether
I'm laughin cuz you dead, walk around talkin like you better
Talkin bout somebody rode by on scooters and popped shots
Who the fuck does a drive-by on scooters you dumb fuck?
You better watch ur mouth, talkin bout I'm bitin Pac's style
How the fuck do I do that, cuz in the studio I get wild?
Maybe I bite him cuz I'm always sippin Hennessy
Or maybe I bite him because I ride on my enemies!!!

You better watch ur back 4 another drive-by
But this one aint gunna miss I'll hit you right between ur fuckin eyes

Ima kill both you faggits with one bullet
You was butt-rapin eachother, and I came too quick for you to pull it
Out, layin dead with a dick in ur mouth
Ur girl loves my dick, she's never spittin it out
Constantly callin 4 c***, sayin my s** is so hot
You faggots breathed ur last breathe, time 2 make ur Body Rott, Body Rott...

[Jabbar]

I rip ya spine choke you with a grape vine
Load the glock get it cocked, and blast ten times
Hear ur scream, and I dream of bullets in ya spleen,
Exit through ur back makin sure you never leave ur teens
When I spit rhymes it's just like a crime
See I rob ya blind leavin ya with just a dime
And this is a sign time for me to take over
Imma call ya next time I'm fuckin ya bitch in ya rover
Its ova you shoulda stopped rappin last October
Imma buzz killa leavin you bitches dead and sober/
And please tell me you gotta back up plan
You dissin jabbar will just piss off my fans
I didn't wanna spit heat on this track
Its just cuz this beat's hot, time for the next cat to attack