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Yeah, it's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal
Yeah, what's the deal

Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and talons, when
is red 

I want to put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head 

I got word on the street I got funk with the southside 

I'm a show 'em how to do
baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who
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
assassination hood spittin 
.45 hollow point chips at'cha chest 
The grinders penetrate a vest in the wild, wild West 
So break north, south or east, retreat
the Congo's when niggas talk bull
Better step and get further before them hollow tips spit
The Vulcan automatic with the Vulcan death grip
Walk the strip
suffer
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side
brown coke won't sell
Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels

Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and n****z in jail
and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers
dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen in his body left the boy full
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my hair platt
outside of her door
Different day, same s***, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip

I'm a boss, but n****s never show no
on
'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack

But when I come through, shh the talking stop
My money
50 that; 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shh - the talking stop
My money long now, I
on
Cause 50 this; 50 that; 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shh - the talking stop
My
I'm on
'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack

But when I come through, shh the talking
crib, cars and beepers
Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers
Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers
Lyrical hollow tip
turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
So when I run out on the porch to tell the homies come and see
my name on the motherfuckin' hollow tip
A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
Thirteen for the birdy, fuckin' him in the game
When I get my
and chill
Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan
You
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now
ride by like it's a drive by my boys sprayin' for fun
And yo ass gon be dead so there ain't no sayin' you won
And I got a 100 shots and bitch I'm darin
of 187 soldiers 
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull 
Seventeen up in that nigga left his body full 
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be
shooter until he met that crazy muthafucka Mr. Ruger
Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes 
Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho?ish clothes
of blood is so exciting
Grip the pistol, coke off a nipple
My brain fried, my memory sizzled, my hood is vicious, don't get it twisted
They hog tied my
somethin'"}

Now how many really goin' ride, when the war start?
Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts
My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught