Lyrics:
on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name
Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik
Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name
Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik
Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
obvious
My brain's a rotten stem
I made the flow a tsunami to drown em in
I lost my common sense
Calmly I become so ominous, hollow tips hit who is opposite
niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip my crew shift the body
a tip
Bullets touching every nigga that it see, these is hollow tips
She fucking everybody in the gang that's my typa bitch
My nigga Jmp non responsive
I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got
hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here
more Able than Cain
You gone see hollows when tips hit your brain
Genya, got the twelve-gauge close range
Couldn't give a single fuck what a pussy nigga
firing, firing until I got, a four full of money
And playboy you bunny
Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me
Bitch nigga, acting out the life
the door
I don't wanna be here no more
Life always felt like a chore
Pretended that I was a Christian
But didn't believe in the shit I was witnessing
Life
been the same, no, I ain't takin' change
Nigga, I just want your brain and liver, Gang hop in that Striker, we toting on dracs no pistol spin
....... ,
tips hitting hollow
Yo ass ain't scary, this ain't Sleepy Hollow
DM that hoe but, don't hit with the follow
You need some money, I let yo ass borrow
I
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Like your sides did
Damn
What you trippin on
Why the fuck you don't
Tip no more
Used to you sending money
But now you making it difficult
Talking about
endowed
Insecure thoughts of a child
Turn into delicate men
Turn in heartbreakers cuz ain't no nobody
Lonely as them
(Just the tip)
(Sweet black)
Just
hollow tips by my side?
Why these ain't got wings but they easy to let fly?
I ain't gotta be covered in oil so I can slide nigga
(I ain't gotta be covered
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
show time, no Apollo
My .44 fillin' up with hollows
That ain't your bitch, that's our ho
I swerve that bitch like a pothole
Me and Paul stuff hoes in
With no screws left it's like my head is now hollow
I'm so crazy seems like my own shadow's scared to follow
Ain't that a bitch, 1-O caught up in
from the flo' two sets of hoes
K west to go
Let me talk on this let me walk on this
Mark Spitz extra clips of hollow tips
I'm full throttle with Chicago
the Bentley
It's a blessing
No more stressing, we just flexing (flex)
Ain't no question, ain't no fucking second guessing
Rich Forever pull them racks out
a land-fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow-tips
hollow tips, we can load em' in the clip
I've been making plays, Ive been serving all day
I've been getting brain, told this bitch say my name
I've been
it no more
I be smoking good dope, I might sip some brew, it really depend on how I'm feeling doe
We be cripping too hard, yeah, we banging blue, but
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