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Anybody Killa - Hollowpoint lyrics
(Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs evil, which is which you decide. Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end. And that special magical little item, is that of which we call the hollow tipped bullet) Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!) Mood changes, time to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't tame I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury This how it is and I ain't changing for shit Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it underground And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop Keep away from juggahos till I load up my glock Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use Play games with this killa and your destined to lose Mental stress, keeping me alive Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude Running through the streets, acting rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!) Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree Let these hollow points change ya mind! (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same I feel the urge to murder, theres no need to cure me Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury Is it true that the people who you hang with, rub off? Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off? Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up The types of shit most people call unreal But its the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train With the empty fucking wallet so there's so much to gain If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real with you? Turn my back and let my hollow points drill into you What type of person do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?) Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same |
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