Lyrics:
poison to youth, I'm through with talkin' I'm steppin' up
With gat point blank at your motherfuckin' mug
I'm, P-R-O, be L-A-C-K
Stompin' and crushin'
nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
Hold the game you fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
no guidance nigga
We had to do this shit all on our own
Learned from experience don’t talk on the phone
Point blank period nigga we on
Don’t fit
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank, They can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter when I said
ship is sinkin' in quicksand
Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton anchor
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper
Rapper like a pack,
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
practice I need somewhere to aim
I need somewhere to aim (pew, pew)
Bitches and money it come with the fame (they come with the fame)
Flight points addin'
E ganho conhecimento
Estou batido na matéria
Este é o meu departamento
Sou o Mulembwe do game
O chefe do parlamento
Mas daqui ninguém me tira
Só se
Mighty like Guybrush
I'm mighty like Guybrush
Mai-tai type of pirates
Point and click upon your lighters
Mighty like Guybrush
I'm mighty like
arithmetic it
Make the calculation syllable and flow wise
Fill the blank with raw life stories from my real eyes
You seen enough of me, you locked in at this
And i'm just sick of all the blank stares
Two-faced friends and false narratives
Cold hearts cut from the cloth of cursed heritage
Who claiming
can't, nigga Stand tall like Greek freak in the paint, nigga
You goin' first if it come down to rank, nigga Only headshots that's comin' point blank
like Biggy did
My pens my sagare
my bars be serious
You can't fuck wit me dawg, point blank period
I get high and hallucinate
A pound cast six in
the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
N****z keep me in
to see.
But part not I was blind to the point,
Not even I could see, or that I could be,
Obviously.
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery.
Hit me
Yeah, yeah, yeah..
"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate" -> Rakim
A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate
"Hit 'em at point blank
a nigga to even cock it, shit
And I done seen that mothafucka beat pain
At point blank range, 'cause he slept on the game
Ain't a damned thing changed
and coat, do it big in the winter time
Prolly full of Air Force Ones up outta Finish Line
And I call myself normal, casual or formal
I still be blank like
But shit cash rules
No tattoos my exterior blank but my
Sleeve filled with my heart
And all my past wounds
While dudes out acting like baff
Oons for
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