Just Another Driveby Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

Me and the fellas on the block with the dank and drank 

Downing 40's, kicking back, and it just made us thank 

About the hard times, and about all the players that died 

And I just can't forget the look in my partner's mother's eyes 

As she held him as he passed on 

Because a brother was heartless, came through and got his blast on 

Bullets from a Chevy riddled my little partner 

16 years old and he caught 5 hot ones 

Four to the body, one to his head 

But your tears can't bring him back, moms, your son is dead 

Nobody lays a brother like his mother 

But what do you expect when you raise a child in the gutter? 

And she swears he ain't never hurt nodoby 

But he's laying all floppy with 5 bullets in his body, damn 

And that ain't all good 

But chalk it up as just another driveby in my hood 

Just another driveby, another driveby 

Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x) 

Woke up early, stretching and yawning 

But there's a dark cloud over this Monday morning 

Another funeral, another dead player 

And a lotta fake busters, acting like they care 

But I feel it in my heart 

Cause when he died, he ripped the whole damn deuce apart 

Now everybody's all mixed up 

Before the love of money, we all gots to stand tough 

And he thought he had a down bitch but she wasn't 

Now that he's dead, she's sleeping with his cousin 

But off to the funeral I go 

My hearts hurting so cause I just can't let it go 

And his son is too young to understand 

That his dad is dead, no longer a living man 

But for little Bruce it's all good 

And it's just another driveby in my hood 

Just another driveby, another driveby 

Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x) 

Late night in the car in front of the house 

Smoking dank and talking what players talk about 

A close friend to me 

He was cool to everybody, wouldn't think he had an enemy 

A sad case of mistaken identity 

Causes me to say R.I.P. to plan B 

A.K.A. Jesse Hall 

To Angie, Pam, and Mona, I love you all 

R.I.P. to my nigga Art from the Groom 

I see you later, if not soon 

Because you know, a player never really knows 

When the angel of death come knocking at his door 

So swing low, chariot swing 

But life must end, like all good things 

To my son Lazarus, you probably would have been a killer 

Rest in peace, daddy loves you little nigga 

Toke and Pokey, little Ann, Take, and Earl 

Rest in Peace, we love y'all and fuck the world 

To my homie Fred Mo, we love you and it's all good 

Just another driveby in my hood 

Just another driveby, another driveby 

Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)