Lyrics:
You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I don't give a fuck
[X2]
a bullet proof vest and layin niggaz to rest runnin wit a
Motherfucker fit to kill ak-47 mac-11 hollow points tips trade in ya bitch watch me
Lock when my
tried to take off in a Jeep
This pussy bitch ain't make it far
Hollow tips flew out that window
Hit his chest, took off his arm
Now it's time for
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
break, I can't revive
In this high tech world of fire wire and microchip
We still keep the four
Five clip, filled with the spiral tip
I come from
to test my nuts for the showdown
So I grabbed my security blanket, nigga
My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles
Spit out them hollow point tips
Wherever she ready to get a quick in
Cause she know I ain't the type to only put the tip in
(Aw, yeah)
No bite marks no scratches or no hickeys
We ain't got
tip top is the bottom of genius
Looking at hip-hop, I get pissed off 'cause I wanna be DMX, even a remix
And I mean this
'Cause what do I write about,
suffer
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
hollow tips leave his ass jerkin
More u grind more they hate know they mad I been working
Like they pockets and heart man I know niggas hurtin
I'm
in the rubble
Fuckin' on ya bitch, I ain't come in to cuddle
Found him in the rain, face down in the puddle
Hollow tips, a pop his like a bubble
Speak
Opps ain't ever caught no plays they caught hollow tips
Opps can't even fucking dress they got scary fits
I'll beat an opps ass by myself I got a lot
Hollow-tips with them dicks
I could clear a nigga face like kitchen
Last bitch left
She don't know what she missin'
I'm turned up, nigga
I ain't learned my
Man with a broken heart? Once upon a time
I go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinking to myself
Hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinking by myself
rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
the ladies go gaga - i
Lick her like some vodka
Have'em screaming like an opera - she
Know i do it proper
Still - i got beef with many men
Hollow tips - rubber
Why you wanna see a good
Man with a broken heart? Once upon a time
I go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinking to myself
Hollow tips is all I got
poppin'
All that talkin', it ain't nothin'
Rozay comfy in the pocket
Tatted, bridge water runnin' traffic like a faucet
Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you
Tweaking with the gang get a nigga missing
when I sleep, I see dead opps in my visions
Shooters really on yo ass pop up out the blue
hollow tips out
hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay,
on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide
moneymaker night and day
You circle the world by tipping tempos & sail away
with every horn that's looking for something
some unspeakable signature figure
how they murder son
Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson
Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
Mothers
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