Lyrics:
em, I hit em with the flow instead
My flow like bullets, they like hollow tips
I wish you would if you could, if you would try it
But you can't so back
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the narcs and cops, throwin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips that'll make you feel
If
hollows will hit we ain't spraying no mace
R.I.P to my niggas never in the same pace
Enemies still mad all they lives is a waste
Put it on my soul leave em
Be restin in ditches get buried alive
And hollow tips by the hundreds and clips
Keep on dumpin' until you are ready to die
Choppin up niggas
or don't eat no more
Sleep no more
Hollow tips'll eat you raw
Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
Lets get it on
With the guns drawn
Ride
real or don't eat no more
Sleep no more
Hollow tips'll eat you raw
Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
Lets get it on
With the guns
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
thick as fuck I'm knockin' down her walls
They been sayin' I'm goin' Hollywood, don't answer no more calls
Yeah I brought her that new Birkin just to put
ink on white paper but I ain’t even racist
Take one of mine
We up the score
Ain’t tryna hear bout what they saying
Said he demon but them hollow tips
Hollow tips spttin' through his body like these damn bars
38 Revolver catch the shells so there's no charge
Lean in my liver got me pissin' off a bean I
To the shadows
With me
Locked in a cage in the basement
Fueled by my fears where my brain lives
Desensitized by the horror, the blood, the gore
The more you
Our president's brains
Splattered all over Texas times have not
Become more violent they have
Just become more
Televised does anyone think the Civil
War
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
I got smoke all in my lungs, fucked his bitch for fun (yes)
Hollow tips all in my gun (pew-pew-pew), it came with a drum (bow)
But these fuck niggas
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
with me
Scarecrow? do you have no brain?
Both of 'em were cryin' by this
Time and how he loved it
"I will go with you to the city but
To me your silly
ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz
Got hollow tips and slugs
To put up in your mug
Every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin'
but you ain't bit shit
My shot's dig through
They call 'em hollow tips
It's a killa season and you ain't killed shit
Misery Loves Kompany, now
the Eyeball Man, the holy force you needed to find
I'll erase all these demons, no more mental contusion
I am the external solution
I know I'm finally
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
You on point Phife?
Once Again Tip
You on point Phife?
Once Again Tip
You on point Phife?
Once Again Tip
Word
Watch me bust they shit
OK
Bow-wow
Hold up, yeah, yeah
Top, Top
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no more county, product
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