Hollow Points

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 kill me… you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you.

[Verse 1]

They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers

You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer

***** I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over

I'm a cancer ***** no chemo

I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal

I'm ****** in the needle, my emotions are see-through

I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn

Calm before the storm's Katrina *****, 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 ***** I'm flawless

I'm God's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness

Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit

I scorch your clique, ***** I'm back again

[Verse 2]

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 Techs make em vacate a set

If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck

You get laid to rest, ***** this is Murderville

Now smell the essence of the el, ***** this is Earth for real

**** a *****, I'll leave a ***** burnt for real

Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal

I just turn the wheel, hit em back ?

Waiting for a ***** to creep, give him my best shot

Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled

And I'm about to catch a **********ing homicide

This ***** named Karma got me going crazy and it's ****ing hot

I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his ****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

[Chorus]

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 ***** 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 ***** sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

My rap will give you ****ing brain cancer

Different question cousin same answer

Y'all ************s 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 killed

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 ****ing charm of a pit

That just detach you, now you got your ****ing arm in his grip

[Verse 4]

*****s try to hate, we don't hear the side talk

Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk

Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk

My *****s upstate ******d 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 seen your mail back

We catch bodies for the love of the block

I collect ****, 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 *****, 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 *****s fly planes into towers, Pharaohs

[Chorus]