Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Don't nobody move, look at the Westside rulin
Never hot on the spot, cause Eiht keeps coolin
Doin my part, company charts,
They said who are you
Came with the blueprint
Came with the proof
They bang for Versace and I bang for the truth
Bang for youth
Hollow point tip for dem
nigga
What's up nigga?
Tight grip on the Tec 9, now it's time to
(time to, time to) creep
Hollow tips in the clip puttin'
Suckas in a deep tight grip
want this come and get some
Verse 3
If hip-hop is here to represent the black collective
Then what the fuck is it without my black perspective
Listen
like this, a box of hollow-tips
I slipped back to the block with the heat in my hand
We sat up in the house loadin' guns, makin' plans
They asked me was
or wrong it don’t matter
Life in the hood bare politics
Bare novices letting off hollow tips
It mad how I came up
Me Sugz Mz and blasé were mad for the paper
to stop me
Hand grenades and hollow tips
Never even really stood a chance
Butcher knife to the esophagus
Your Limb I bend it back
Fade to black you can see
Two knocks ,Wit boot tops
Im on the roof top
Droppin more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop
(Verse 1)
Two cops
Ride by
Loose lock
High sign
Whip
over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow
[Verse 8 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bushwick Bill]
Your mind playin tricks if it's not me your askin
ain't no due process
For boys that become guls or verse vica
Field niggaz control this
Pin the hollow point tip
On this gay rights activists
up with both the doors up on the black Lambo
Red rag round my head like the black Rambo
A bananna clip with 50 hollow tips of ammo
Smoke a nigga how
tip, dumb, dumb, follow clip and numb some
If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
[Cha Cha]
Eyes like black chips of glass,
beautiful kids and a wife
He still bent both ways, ain't no due process
For boys that become guls or verse vica
Field niggas control this
Pin the hollow
I could pick up this nine I kept just in case
of some shit like this, a box of hollow-tips
I slipped back to the block with the heat in my hand
We
in silence with violent intentions
No public lectures which is in him isn't entering
Pistols entering
Missiles split entering
Hollow tips losing
the wrong words to me and get ur ego clipped
I got a whole clip on me all hollow tips
Probably got hit before but homie not like this
I know your family love
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
AND PLAY)
I’LL WALK YOU DOWN
THEM HOLLOW TIPS
WILL MAKE THEM
THUNDER SOUNDS
(MAKE THEM THUNDER SOUNDS)
YEAH
IT’LL RIP YOU UP
AND BREAK YOU
with this black guy/we'll make a Grande Highlight while this barista flies by/here's some water; that pill was hard to swallow/food service got my heart
of cash
Let me out down by the trash
(Verse 1)
Hopping on top of the beat
Got tropic breeze from PST
Tell you what’s wrong with the beat
It’s missing me
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
up with both the doors up on the black Lambo
Red rag round my head like the black Rambo
A bananna clip with 50 hollow tips of ammo
Smoke a nigga how
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