Once Upon a Drive By

It was a cold night
All the homies was kickin it in the G-ride
K.O.D. was loadin the M-1
O.M.B. had the bass turned up loud
E-K-A had the Uzi
Roscoe was holdin the A.K
The phone rang, it was the Godfather
Givin us another issue
We got strapped, packed into the ride and ready to roll
And there they all go
I said "Pup, go up to that third block and flip a U-turn"
Lyric Clipse ready?

Hit the gas, put on a ski mask
Ride when we pass (So what you think, Rid?) Smoke that ass
This ain't a game, straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes it's the season
When the gangster kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin on the front porch
Stick him like a pitchfork, this is not New York
This is a concept coming from L.A
The West Coast, coming with the war rage
So you know we're ready
Roscoe, is the hit squad ready? (Yes, they're ready)
It's a clip to an Uzi that I insert
And at the show, I unload at the concert
Yes, you just got tagged
Road to the bodybag is like rollin up a zig zag
I can go on and on, tellin you war stories
About gangsters dyin for a territory
We claim the stage like the boulevard
It's only for those who are hard
Hardcore, we give you more
Cause the bass is bumpin from the third floor
So you look up and all you see is the Tribe
You have a teardrop tacked to your eye
25 To life so you better get with it
You ask who did it, the Gangster Rid did it

Once upon a drive-by, it was me and the Gangster Rid
MCs tried to sweat the Dogg, this is what he did
Time is tickin, the world's gone bad
You ain't with it, you better stand back
Feel the wrath of the Gangster Rid
(Damn, that's a hard ass lyric)
Time is tickin, the world's gone bad
You ain't with it, you better stand back
Feel the wrath of the Gangster Rid

That's how it is, in the streets of L.A
People gettin killed today
You smile now, and later you die
By a drive-by, you only have time to see the bullets fly
On the news it was televised
In Estovand all Daytons go by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.P
To the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every time he sees me
Cause I hold the mic and stomp
Cut your head on a tree stump, watch the crowd I pump
When it's quiet on the set, E-K-A gets upset
Fuck that shit, Gangster Rid's up next
And this is a death threat
Time after time you forget that this is a drive-by hit
Fuck a Dayton Steeler
Donell the K.O.D. is the walk-by lady killer
Then I turn to the R, Rock, Roscoe, Rob and Rook
And the Rid, yeah, he's the microphone crook
O is the left hook
Like when Brooklyn comes to L.A. you get took
So analyze the outlook
The old days, a drive-by was heavy
Cause it was done by Machine Gun Kelly
The new days, this game is to live or die in L.A
Once upon a drive-by

Once upon a drive-by, it was me and the Gangster Rid
MCs tried to sweat the Dogg, this is what he did
Time is tickin, the world's gone bad
You ain't with it, you better stand back
Feel the wrath of the Gangster Rid
(Damn, that's a hard ass lyric)
Time is tickin, the world's gone bad
You ain't with it, you better stand back
Feel the wrath of the Gangster Rid

It can't be stopped
And it's coming like a blindside
Once upon a drive-by, came from the west side
Yes, all you can do is wet your lips
Hoping you don't get hit by the next Lyric Clipse
I turn down the bass so I can feel ya
Gangster Rid is the microphone killer
You just got smoked
Cause the gangster in me is loc'd, stop jackin for spokes
Or else you get picked on
O mocks the baseball, another gangster from the funk fall
This one is created by the R
Motherfucker who stated that this jam is rated R
That was the last seminar
We witness a murder on the boulevard
Yes, we just been spotted, spotted on the radar
Soldiers, sent from the so hard
Cause we're comin in too hard, too hard