Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow point stab
shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points
Tha Games Young Gun And Im One Pit And Ill Bit Both Of Yall Fuck That Young Gun Shit Cause Chris Is A Snitch Even They Know That Wanna Stand Point Now
never met'cha Cos I'm gonna wet'cha [Chorus] Now wet motherfuckers are bloody Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty White in the shape A hollow point
or Blistec Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling
my cuzo In the west-bound to DP To Bernie Park down to Dog Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now With choppers that spit them hollow point tips To get
sequel When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle Flappin, we splittin caps friend remember when niggas would shoot joints Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
in the game, that's never let a cop top me Chorus Verse three Back to back, doin' niggas like this when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs
Coolio up Two ski masks, on my left a nine Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) You god damn right motherfucker it's on again Coolio what's the
villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow points
mouth without Chap or Blistec Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue Dum dum,
me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow point stab
then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original baby gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams
You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger Now wet motherfuckers are bloody 'Cos a bullet'll mold your ass like silly putty Right into shape A hollow point
I spent my childhood The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper Out the barrels, the hollow point