Lyrical Breakdown of Mask And Da Glock - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mask And Da Glock" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mask And Da Glock" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Let's put him in the trunk of the car and drive him off the pier Fuck you, man C'mon, papi, man, It ain't that far, down the block, man C'mon, just like the old days, papi, be calm Here comes the pain! 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) Hangin' out the window, holdin' tight to my murder weapon Hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catchin' yo' ass slippin' Glock poppin', bustas droppin', niggas 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, tr'izz'ick bitches I just cl'izz'ick Plenty of blood, no suspects, only victims layin' dead Shells layin' in their body's, it's the fuckin' bullet lead Now niggas in the morgue, and I could give a fuck less Keep my business quiet, it's kept mothers in their black dress Headed back to my fuckin' hood, project born, ridge grove Hustler raised, gangsta 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 bustas! Step, and you're gonna die Comin' at yo' ass, victim of a fuckin' drive-by 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) Straight from the North, bitch, ridge grove is my stompin' ground You niggas don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound Sawed-off gangsta and nigga Glock, back in for the '94 Tellin' all you punk bustas, mane, bring that shit to the door I'm able, unfadable, no nigga can fuck with this You talk all that bullshit, to yo' mouth goes my fuckin' fist I'm jackin' 5000, 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 niggas done got all down, so you have to pay the price Jumped in the fuckin' ride loced up, mane, from head to toe I pulled out a sack of ink, rolled up as we start to blow My gat gets 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 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)