Lyrics:
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
toe to the 9-8
As we dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
Daddy you trippin
Come here momma
Momma don't cry
No we don't need my daddy no
shot, you know I ain't stoppin'
'Til my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells, you're
shot, you know I ain't stoppin'
'Til my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells, you're
since the
Beef with Jigga and Mase
And my Chuck Taylors red ones
With the phat laces
Tan khakis desert eagle with
The hollow tip laces
Fresh white tee,
Question, were your feelings worth taking my tomorrow's, kid?
And you know Jersey gun laws, I'm talking hollow tips
So you can tell them niggas you roll with
home you have class
So let me take the time to pick your brain
Help me see you clearer in a simple way
Similar to when I reach the mirror
I'm a unique
and where you rest
I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get
a nigga slaughter your main (yeah)
Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows niggas, I'm in the 6
Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks
taking trolleys
Jumped on four wheels, bitch that's an Ollie
Your body ain't in a trench, it's a ditch
Hollow tips gon leave you hollow
I eat all my
Cupid sent hollow tips through the coupe
Lost in this space time
My hearts on the line
Ur loves the gravity pullin me devine
But i stumble and fall
drip, I hail
Ice matched the new teeth, veneers feared no rations
Ratio to the flailing foes, pailing goes to paid fellatio
No more ego fashion, flashin
the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows
Please don't test these murderers
Buckshot slugs to your mug
Ate your skin up with no love
It is I, the almighty Scan
what the problem is
Cuz I'm busy with a fine dime who like to swallow kids
Make me bust my nuts off huh like they was hollow tips
And gave me more brain
what the problem is
Cuz I'm busy with a fine dime who like to swallow kids
Make me bust my nuts off huh like they was hollow tips
And gave me more brain
grave and pay you then I put you in the ground
Bust yo brains all on the curb I see just what you thinking bout
Hollow tip right through yo teeth Like
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
that (Yeah)
You gettin' killed by yo' own gat, uh (Phew)
Have a bitch screamin'
You know how I'm movin' pounds (Oh-woo!)
These hollow tips ain't lowkey
through a whole lotta shit
Young as hell tryna politic
(Hold on)
Seen some big dawgs back down
And square niggas head shottin' with hollow tips (Ouuu)
I was
reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there
or thereafter
These three assassins get to ass whippin'
Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts
Spit, hollow tip clips mainly
Sick, ain't he?
comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw
Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back
I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain
Stuck inside with no place to go
I just lost my vision back in the smoke
A motherfucker's coming
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
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