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Pussy
Letting them hollow tips hit at his stomach
Pussy
Shots at yo temple yo frame gon fly to his brain the nigga never see it coming
Pussy
They hit your mans and you ain even step
Type of nigga to take disrespect
Hollow tips ready rip right through your neck
Quick head tap if he got
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
smoke a bowl
I need to numb my soul
That shit ain't weak don't load no more
I've been to far before
I've been so far down all those roads
My lungs won't
Speeding pain train crashing through your window pane
Pucker up, know what's up, came to make love to ya brain
Pointed at the tip our hollow selves are
feeling hollow
Probably cursed me when I sleep coz I can’t sleep no more no
Overheard what alien said it’s pressure on my life though
Uh! Mirror mirror
Show
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.
I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my
bitch wanna hollar
I got a full clip
I'll give you some tips and they all hollow
These hoes talking down on me
Bitch shut up and go down on me
If you
like Rick Ross
Took his man life had to even the odds
Ran off on da plug, I finessed all da bars
Hit him wit the slug, hollow tip eat his jaw
Ima be rich
takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine
No brain - nigga it ain't no thang to
Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
want to fuck with
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give
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
at the stars in a loop
Call up Pierre
He got da loot
Grab me a double cup wit da troops
Your hoe in da circle she letting it loose
Hollow tips out here coughing
to
Sweardi
Sweardi Neva lie to you
Ooo ooooweeeeawoah
Believe it's true
Bitty bitty bitty insane too
Bitty bitty bitty great brain too
Bitty bitty bitty I love
gon' die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid
I don't forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig
Hollow tip
Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain't met another nigga like me
Sippin' Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
Hollow tip shots motherfucker
Like these hollow tips you swallow
Trust in concept in the motto
Stand the truth from your rivals
Ain't no rivals they all die slow
When I'm seeing
magazine, boy
I brought the grimy back, stay out of my lane
I promise
I'll put a hollow tip inside of your brain
Ever since I got it poppin'
Shit has not been
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
said it all I don't really play no Games bitch
I set off in this bitch talking flames Bitch
I let couple hollow tips at your Brain bitch
I don't know why
wife
More lifе, no more lay, no more strife
Morе life, Portmore touch ova drive
Me a destiny child cah me haffi survive
More life, more money, more wife
not a drug I am not no addict
Big guns on the gram but he ain't gone shoot
Y'all got jammed up by the boys and he told on you
Aww
Damn
That's too bad
to fix it's hollow tips
Might be thinking it but there's no way that I could follow it
Only way I escape it is a loss of consciousness
I'd be lying if I
data
Peepin Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator
Your - spine cracks in 3-D like Imax
You won't be Superman no more feel the pain
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