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The Best of Hollow Tip: 10 Years (Hollow Tip) · Tip Taps Tip (Halcali) · Ten More Turnips from the Tip (Ian Dury & the Blockheads) · A Bad Brains Reunion (Soul Brains) · Fried My Little Brains (The Kills) · Never Give In: A Tribute to Bad Brains (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Banned in DC: Bad Brains' Greatest Riffs (Bad Brains) · Brains [Single] (Lower Dens) · Bad Brains [Picture Disc LP] (Bad Brains) · Blow Your Brains Out (Big Horn) – and 90 other albums »


Digging... tunnels... through my... identity

Maggots took over by brain
Eating me 'til I'm dead
Soon there's nothing left
Inside my hollow head
of blood in circumfrence to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family
They
nigga, attackin' ya. 
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up. 
I only do my dirt at night like dracula. 
 
I'm wanted by the feds, these
ships 

My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips 

P loopbart the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse 

Bury thieves wit no
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
the hollow of Thy hand
Keep me safe till the storm passes by

When the long night has ended and the storms come no more
Let me stand in Thy presence
hollow tits I'll rip the mike with hollow tips

Yeah, he's in control like Sherman Potter
And I got more balls then the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop,
mutherfuckin' brains out

Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million 
From those narcotic
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
over, no more jobs only your love
All these haters still talkin but they can watch a nigga

Chorus

Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow..
It ain't
nigga, attackin' ya. 
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up. 
I only do my dirt at night like dracula. 
 
I'm wanted by the feds, these
conquered by the serpent
Why did you disobey the first commandment
Walk through the valley I feel no pestilence
God is my witness and he is my evidence
to more pleasure

You-fly magic touch on your head
Down to your tips
Now start to move and dance
Now start to groove in trance

Stand up, you
It was Nece
It was Keke
Now I see you at twenty three
All I can say is

Ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh
And I don't need no more for this here
'Cause shawty
havin' problems, the bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the bay we pop hollows, l.a. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here
mack, pimp servin' 
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin' 
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage 
The path was granted, loaded gats,
Jupiter Hollow
In the midnight sun
Well, no man of dreams was ever more outdone
Where the swallows circle over head
And muses gather by the river
barbecues
Mobbin' crews, strippin' n****s, robbin' crews
And put him speechless when I made him eat this
Hollow tip, and you can follow grip
You be like
barbecues
Mobbin' crews, strippin' niggas, robbin' crews
And put him speechless when I made him eat this
Hollow tip, and you can follow grip
You be like
shame, no consequences or {?}
to leave us underground, we're not inhuman {?}
Que es esto, no me importa no more, no tengo llego
So en {?} para yo, listo
robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some

Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We having
take this town
Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
Punks on tip
crib, cars and beepers
Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers
Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers
Lyrical hollow tip
the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt
But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets
was tonya
It was monique
It was nece
It was keke
Now I see you at 23
All I can say is

Ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh
And I don't need no more for this