Lyrics:
get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel,
back
Gon' be way more disrespectful i'm special
Inf' beam on any skin, that's a freckle
That's true, I point this 9 at you
(achoo) , hope God bless you
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight back in
Hoping my blessings don't go by
I'm thanking him that I'm still here
Cause plenty nights I wanted to die
I'm rolling up this three point five, cause plenty
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
all about attitude
Your point of view
Just believe in yourself
And let the rhythm take you
Freestyle it and go, move back, like a freak, bring up,
Don't Care If Ya From The Eastcoast,
Unk West Coast, Midweast, Down South..
Now When This Beat Drop...
You Gotta Be On Point. So Bring It Back.
Bring
what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
22 niggas, two to a car
11 flagships with the three-point star
The only other ballers are them
move
Like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the West Coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for
I can't feel no love again
I'm leaning off the drugs again
Suicidal, I'm by myself
I still don't get no fucking help
I still don't get no fucking
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
All that
my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
AR-15 with collapsible stock
Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
Wish
I go again
Getting on the track and making all they heads spin
Swear by each hair on my chinny chin chin
I'ma blow the roof down like the Three Little
write down these old stories to find meaning in a come back
Chorus 3:
I love you
You love me
So let's just talk about things!
Shit what's the point
TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
ain't no killer i ain't no killer but don't let me ketch no body nigga
I'll leave your body in the river three point shot like Reggie Miller
I carry my
crack
I keep a g pack by my left nut sack
Niggz know rain snow sleet sunny
I be trappin juggin finessin and gettin to the money
On point pistol tucked
got the wrong idea
Hung out once but skrted in her Kia
Ha!
3m reflective, use it as a bounce back
Call me beat smith, aka boom bap trap
Keeping me
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One
TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
Sometimes, you take a guy
Jimmy does his thing and I do my thing
And at a certain point these egos can
Flare up and we kind of just took it
Back to high school
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