Hollywood Drive-By (Remix)

Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never live

Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did

I got bullets that'll rip through yo' ribs

More painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids

Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the ASCAP

Or give America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks

Some niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and dirty

'til they find your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey

I fire rockets at generic topics

Your lyrics don't hold weight, like two-dimensional objects

Cause jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat

to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back

I won't let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism

For a whole generation with they fathers in prison

You live inside the image of an era that's gone

Like government officials tryin to justify Vietnam

I leave niggaz traumatized, like they momma died

And they was responsible for the drive-by homicide

And I don't market revolution, I live it

What you think cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick?

Jealous bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you

Like a child prostitute born into a life of servitude

Until we murder you, makin the red carpet burgundy

With PsychoRealm in the streets where I prefer to be

Hollywood drive-by, motherfuckin murder-fest

Weed clouds in the air, that cause turbulence

Revolucion, motherfucker you heard of it

I light the spliff with the flag, while I'm burnin it

Hollywood drive-by, sprayin the cucarachas

War with the system like the streets of Oaxaca

Yeah, revolucion, motherfucker you scared of it?

Well it's comin to the industry now, so be prepared for it

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps

While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full You're on some bull you're on some bull You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps

While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats

The real G's stay strapped in full combat