[Intro: Pachanga, Carlito]
"Let's put him in the trunk of the car
And drive him off the pier"
("Fuck you, man")
"It ain't that far, down the block
It'd be like the old days.. be fun"
"Here comes the pain!"

[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til 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 yo' lil ass slippin'
Glock poppin', bustas droppin'
N***as 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, bizzitch, I just clizzick
Plenty of blood, no suspects only victims layin' dead
Shells layin' in their body's, it's the fuckin' bullet lead
Now, n***as 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, Ridgegrove
Hustler raised, gangster raised, business up in dirty coast
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 busters, step and you're gonna die
Comin' at yo' ass, victim of a fuckin' drive by
[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes

[Verse 2: S.O.G.]
Straight from the North, bitch
Ridgegrove is my stompin' ground
You n***as don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound
Sawed-Off Gangsta' and n***a Glock, back in for the 94'
Tellin' all you punk busters man, bring that shit to the door
I'm able, unfadable, no n***a can fuck with this
You talk all that bullshit, to yo' mouth goes my fuckin' fist
I'm jackin' five thousand 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 n***as 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
[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop
Bre-break, bre-break, break, break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes