Driveby Miss Daisy

Picture a nigga on the warpath
 And he'll spread terror through the
 city and leave a trail of blood baths
 And to those that know, he's not a phony
 But tonight he'll get his vengeance on the fool who killed his homey
 Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out
 Cause the hood is where its good is what its about
 Geah. Don't wanna squabble, through down or even kick him
 Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him your just a victim
 Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub
 Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud
 Spot where its hot. Yeah boy he knows it
 But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded
 Throws up the set, then he bones out quick
 Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick
 Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling
 He tells his homey, "G lets get ready for the killing."
 Little did he know Miss Daisy's in the kitchen
 Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking
 Ran up to the back of the house like relay races
 Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces
 He hears this fucking little voice in his brain
 And its saying dont kill, we're all in the same gang
 He tells it back, that ain't the gang I'm in
 Because the gang I'm in is like in it to win
 So he killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
 Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop
 The explanation for this, he must was crazy
 I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy
 Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack daddy
 Drive a 190E, ain't got no time for a caddy
 He got snaps because he jacked a nigga
 But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger
 Now theres a contract for your head on a platter
 If theres somebody with you they'll kill them too it dont matter
 Now you're laying low at your girlfriends crib
 And you're thinking of the shiesty shit that you did
 Now you got balls and you pull another jack
 Another and another, your pockets on fat
 Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail
 Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells
 So nows he's on a mission, to kill or be killed
 Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes are to be filled
 So now its 12 o'clock, and its time for a jack
 Not even thinking it was time for payback
 And yeah you spot a fool who'll get the rat pack
 Rolling close behind while you blaze a 20 sack
 He stops at a light on Elandra and Central
 Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, its kinda simple
 But you know how it deal, and what the fuck was in store
 It was the same punk who you tried to jack before
 And he won't give up shit. Point blank hesitation
 Innocent Miss Daisy at the Mobil gas station
 His 9 went click, your 9 went clack
 Miss Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back
 The explanation for this he must was crazy
 I guess thats why he had to driveby Miss Daisy
 ...[I'm gonna get you mutherfucker...]
 ...[so long.have a good trip.]