I chill? The bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me Wit they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7 Where you at? On the freeway, deep
vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie
your bread, bounce your head Get your bread, bounce your head Get your bread, bounce your head And there you have it Three tycoons weighin' in at 300
I can't lose Imma winner I saw your bitch and stuck my dick in her Call me a flip skinner There ain't no time for all of you silly hoes point blank
in ya face At point blank range don't play with my heart I was loyal, I was kind I was a fool cause I was blind Thought I was the one me the two
all All in ya face At point blank range dont play with my heart I was loyal, i was kind I was a fool cause i was blind Thought i was the one me the
Them Niggaz was lookin' for soldiers And I never seen no people like these they ain't your ordinary As a matter fact look at the raps kinda scary Night time is where
up And know for sure I'm 'bout to throw the East side up And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin' at, point blank
united states, period point blank. if you ain't down for the Ones that suffer in south africa from apartheid and shit. devil you need to Step your punk ass
ride up And know for sure I'm bouta throw the eastside up And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin at Point blank
on they ass like punk bitches in ditches The gangsterism resulting in murderism Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga where the scrilla Jacking you for your
dough and we don't know Who smoked that motherfucking cop at the liquor store But now you creep through the hood looking for a clue But your bob head twice with the point blank
where my verbs literally turn symphonies in to a place where the sun doesn?t go (home) the beast sweeps the streets for bundles of dough. In the middle of the jungle where
Brother wait till I see you, then do a song and diss ya Beat your ass, then rap bout how I did ya Caught you at the club, you was full of that liquor
was a urgency S.P. is back, call the state of emergency Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls The men in your holes, all of my foes All you
I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch