Doap Nixon - Hollow Points lyrics

[INTRO: SAMPLES] I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that's not bull; that's truth. I've went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you I'm coming forward. You'd have to shoot me to stop me and if you don't k** me… you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will k** you [VERSE 1: PLANETARY] They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with k**ers You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer n***a I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over I'm a cancer n***a no chemo I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal I'm h**n in the needle, my emotions are see-through I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn Calm before the storm's Katrina n***a, I'm drawn Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons I'm shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson I'm close to perfection with rap n***a I'm flawless I'm God's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plaques The torch is lit, I scorch your clique, n***a I'm back [VERSE 2: DEMOZ] If I ain't on my grind then I'm high trying to take your cheque I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain't break a sweat AKs and TECs make them vacate a set If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck You get laid to rest, n***a this is Murderville Now smell the essence of the L, n***a this is Earth for real f** a b**h, I'll leave a n***a burnt for real Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal I just turn the wheel, hit em in the back pocket Waiting for a p**y to creep, give him my best shot Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled And I'm about to catch a motherf**ing homicide This b**h named Karma got me going crazy and it's f**ing hot I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his f**ing prime Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money If there's tension in the room then you know it's coming from me [HOOK] We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang Pharaoh clique, a n***a sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang Pharaoh clique, a n***a sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain [VERSE 3: VINNIE PAZ] My rap will give you f**ing brain cancer Different question cousin same answer Y'all motherf**ers made me scrap like I was Kane's dancer But there's a method to my madness unusual still They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely k**ed I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real That could make a warrior like Zeus if he's truthfully ill I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist It's God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick I'm a survivor but I got the f**ing charm of a pit That just attacked you, now you got your f**ing arm in his grip [VERSE 4: DOAP NIXON] n***as try to hate, we don't hear the side talk Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the wide hook Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk My n***as upstate squared with the fried shock This for y'all wild out when your cell's cracked You know your time's short when they trying to send your mail back We catch bodies for the love of the block I collect sh**, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock Yeah say I'm steamed when I'm pulling a scam quick Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour And you's a p**y, where I'm from that's the name of a coward So when you get your weight up I'm already in power Who wants war? My n***as fly planes into towers, Pharaohs [HOOK]