Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace After I die gonna
ayto (Nah!), point blank will open yea face, (Nah) Till I'm white like a baked patatoe And I'm not new at this, I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change
Hahaha) I'm mach 5 movin' - I am not human I'm alreadi been chosen, you can stop choosin' Yes! I'm tha most cleaverly experienced, line-fo'-line lyricst Point blank
I call it like I see it, and I can't be nothing but real I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal I'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a
on the muthaphucking train tracks} (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I
it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from people I reap
the mutha fukin realist niggas [Lil Jon:] I wish a mutha fucker would say something Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped Nigga I feel like startin some shit, and I
(R. Stewart / G. Grainger) Ever since I was a kid at school I messed around with all the rules Apologised then realised I'm not different after all
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 period The doorman
I do not belong I thought I tried to move a foot, I just remained where I stood, And in the distance I heard aloud the shrill of blank deathly sound I tried, I
Dirty Bastard I'ma get a Grammy If I gotta run up in the ceremony with a gat and a gun Understand me, I make your balls split I make your dome shiver
months I'm in seclusion and my heads filled with confusion Got a feelin that I'm losin so I've come to this conclusion I gotta gets the fuck out I can
any motherfucker want pain I brought the full bottle Now take ya two of these and call me in the morning Three times point blank range wit no warning Nigga I
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through
-for-love ass niggaz Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out I gets my love game on without a doubt My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin