Lyrics:
will peel your tip don't keep my shooters far (Bow)
(Verse 1)
Back to Bitch slapping with my fucking palm
Beat the marshmallows out they lucky charms
a witness
Everywhere you seat and eat you can eat a biscuit
Hollow tip where only you can see the entrance restaurant text busboy
Clean the dishes
[ CHORUS: Black see ]
Don't gimme no bammer weed
(Get with the program)
(Just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (4X)
[ VERSE 1:
a serious answer
The mic goes into labor you freeze up
Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough
Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide
A million
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey
With these lyrical hollow tips – that’ll Rip through your ligaments
They got me pist – running they lips like I ain’t on shit
I ain’t on shit – but I
dummy
Don't play with you life cause these niggas cant fight
They got clips and hollow point tips dummy
All that mean mugging and yo set don't mean
the tip
Of a strawberry pie
Strawberry Pie
Strawberry Pie
Strawberry Pie
Strawberry Pie
[Verse 3]
See you
Passing by
My heart
Can't help
But to beat real
bitch, we pull up with sticks
I'm running this shit, they do as I wish
Three by three, we up in this bitch
We loadin' the choppas, we're running the digits
lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin'
You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something
I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
Till we on top
And it's frosty up on the tip
Taking shots
We don't get salty we get revenge
Ugh
Aim for the brain, aim for the brain, aim for
his eyes cause they just shot his sister down
I feel like I'm wrestling with two people
One has bible the other a desert eagle
Loaded with hollow tips
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
he carry Rugers,
34 shots I figure He only holla at the kid when there's money involved,
They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all
But me
TL:Hollow Tips
R:Check
TL:Leather gloves and bombs pasting all the exits
R:Check
TL:ID strap with the PV in the back
love red-bottom and gold they say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love french tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
that is hot as this, I'll dig waaaaay to the bottom bitch, than bottle it, than swallow it, you won't see it coming, that's hollow tips,. I feel like Ima
Fuck around get yo head split nip tuck
They gon start callin' me star
And when they do
Hit you with a hollow tip
Leave you starstruck
Silly ass nigga
F-1
Walk up in the function and you know I brought my blick out
Waiting for the opps outside doing a stake out
Bow Bow Bow
Hollow hit him in his face
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
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