s loks what you call this Youngsta never been a buster Learned on my own An arm in an arm never trust her so [Chorus] Everybody wanna know if Lil really
lay beneath the ground soon Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my ammunition hollow-point
, everywhere I look Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else But a lil bit of wealth Tryin' to help they self And I really
, just in case Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points all over the place Ready to rumble, ?? ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil
Up in the morning i start with a joint.. im loading my quete with hollow points.. this vato says he's coming for me.. u fucking pussy ill believe when
really goin' on Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX Definitely in this motherfucker I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker Ready to kick some real shit, knahmsayin'? And that lil
nigga head on the block aright It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother
holes for my cash flow Is that so? I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all If you
smoke See what I tote, keep it in my lap If these hollow points hit'cha, nigga, it's a wrap Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here Rich Boy really do
mind of a fuckin' killa You think I'm shakin' hell naw bitch You wanna test My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla Some hollow points up in your
be gone It's my time to play my, turn to ball Dog I learned to ball now I'm burnin y'all I changed the game, turned into a major pain Hollow points from
Iraq/ artillery/ could it be/ I got all kinds of these pistols/ I point my gun at ya' homeboy make ya' own folks hitcha/ & ain't takin' no more pictures if
than Cuba [yeah] Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field Where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga HOOK [Lil Fame] So my man, if
eye and a busted lip but that nigga got two hollow tips one to the leg and one to the chest he mighta lived, if he wore a vest now because of you shit
like Testaverde I don't keep the scope on the ratchet And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your
cash flow Is that so? [Hook] [Lil Wayne] I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all If
go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calicoe My lil' brother Weezy [Lil' Wayne] My big brother Juvi Four hit the blocks Strapped up with the Uzis [Verse 2 (Lil
