[Chorus] Got my finger on the trigger I'ma pull it [x4] [Knightowl] Out of my way I'm back a pack a mothafuckas That is down to cap when I got a cuete
it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep
insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West End up dying from hollow points
about John Wayne and Billy the Kid Shit, all them motherfuckers dead And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West End up dying from hollow points
on tight, to your life Cause we just might have to take it Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points
Wit drama bringers ear ringers and pistol slingers with itchy fingers Getting high on inhaling nigga smoke that lingers Buck wild hostile we verbal barrels threw nostrils My hollow point
My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams of your bitch While you dyin' (geah) Lyin' on your back Tryin' to
on some fools tonight Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight Don't give a fuck about who I hit when I fly The only thought that's on
the finger points at the punk And your crew wasn't down from the get-go Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go? Hollow points get to the point
dumpin insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin' on blunts and gettin'
snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi. Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do. Runnin' with a nigga with finger on his trigger, when I catch 'em,
comin' to you And I got a hollow-point to give you the ride" And the only thing faster than the cattleman's gun Was the preacher man's handy finger
stories about John Wayne an' Billy the Kid Sheed, all them motherfuckers dead An' did you know that every other bitch from the Wild Wild West End up dyin' from hollow points
through dumpin' insane Call me Bowl of Major Pain, gun slangin' movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin' the trigga And dumpin' the hollow points in
back crack/ Cock tha gat back like.................Clack! Clack! Clack!/ Swallow a hollow/ Make 'em digest wit' tha 50 caliber/ Your future's not lookin' so good/ Tomorrow's not on
This is how it all goes down so watch me drop this kid This is how you fuckin` give me thanks My fingers on the trigger hollow tip point blank This
