little money with me I don't wear tight shirts My pants kinda baggy KC hat tilted so now they wanna red flag me I buy the bar every time Point blank
, one in his ass His relatives ties with three links to his murder I never heard of, but in philly he tried to scam roger troutman Sharpshooters hit him point blank
I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate to cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga Ready to dump Blow a mutha fucker bye bye Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die That's why
Whether the bay, L.A. or Chicago or queens You better raise your game they comin' at you high You better raise your game, don't ask no questions why
Ice Cube rebuttle You ain't gotta chance, 'cos even if my bullet just glance Ya still wet your pants So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank
students in class where they should be to stop roamin the halls, and oh could we PLEASE, eliminate the drug situation Stop smokin and get an education Point blank
better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleep I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roaches Point blank
and why its indecision notice change by shapeshifting from the real sacred seal rip with sex intelligent sneer resist the useless aggravation kicked in teeth the blankness
was born to reign, point blank My name to be ecthed in stone My destiny pre-ordaned, tryin' to live righteous Fightin for life, this my life That's why
and I aimed straight for the brain My shit, went bang but it only fired a blank, he said (You need bullets, hurry up run) I put a clip in the gun and pointed
did it You packing sumtin special in your crib then bitch get it I'm physically fitted to run your digits I'm hostile with this **Rosco** pointed
Swift did it You packing something special in your crib, then bitch, get it I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (Uh huh) With this Roscoe pointed
m officially the realest, point blank, period Whether I still live in the hood or just visit Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it That's why
I fuck em' up with the mosberg buckshell Bitch Chorus x4 (Gangsta Boo) Once I step up to your door I'm lettin' all you bitches know Point blank
down right nasty like diet coke See I ain?t no joke 'cause I got mad style wicked and wild Mama?s second child throwin? rappers to the pile Games point blank
, smoke a little boom Hear a little tune after that, zoom zoom No thanks, I'm only here for the bank And I'ma tell you point blank, won't let my dick
at this point in time To run on treadmills in a perfect line Salad days add up to daily shit Sparked imagination till the sparks just quit And if this is fun, why