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Hollow Tip - Takin' No Shortz lyrics
Nigga the funk is on So it's like mando that I stay strapped So if these niggas dump I'm in the position to spray back So when we slide you best to drop quickly My nigga Dame with the MAC-12 hangin up out the drop 50 That's how it is when we ride, breakin niggas down Niggas hit the ground when the sound of my triggas clown Cause I'm not takin no shorts So if I have to peel your cap then my strap is feelin no remorse Then sideways through the next fool That try to step I pull the tech and leave him dead on his old school So if your ass wants to dance bring your chrome gat Or wind up on your back layin stranded with your dome cracked Because we livin in the fast days So if your ass wanna die fuckin with me, theres a fast way It's young Hollow Tip niggas better start knowin Before I have to dump and leave your whole hood blowin Niggas get got when the glock cock So nigga come up out them D's or be layin in your drop, shot Because the niggas that I fuck with is hella manish Down for the jack pull out their strap and watch your D's vanish Chorus: 4X (Spice 1 sample) I'm sick up in this game I ain't takin no mothafuckin shorts in (Hollow Tip) I'm lettin them know I'm sick with a clip and ain't takin no shorts up in this gangsta shit I'm comin from the ride, posted on the side with them twin glocks Peep how I bend blocks if I gotta spend shots To any nigga tryin to sheist on a calm jack But they on they back from the hollow point contact Because I'm quick to crack your chestplate And leave you in the mist of my clip cause you slip tryin to playa-hate And bang your ass with the glocks to your mouth And watch your ass fold layin technically knocked out I can't be faded best to watch who you steppin to I comes through with the automatic weapon to shoot The next nigga that move with a strap Will be layin face flat catchin 17 up in his back Cause this a jack so don't be wastin no time So crack the safe before I bust cause ain't no tracin this nine I'm on a mission, trippin off the love of the scrills I'm lettin off on every block cause for the money I'll kill And that's real and start lightin up shit like a bomb sack Khakis hangin low, fully strapped for the combat That's when these playa-hatin niggas bail 50-round MAC-12 dishin out more heat than Celly Cel Chorus: 4X I won't be takin no shortz, I'm from the loc'ed out playa click So if it gets thick I gots to grab the K and spray a bitch Because that hoe might be snitchin crossin game up Tryin to have me locked down with my ankles chained up So I pistol-whipped and choked that hoe I'm havin visions in my mind tellin me that I should smoke that hoe But Ima let that bitch live cause I gotta bone I thought about it again and shot that hoe up in her dome I can't be leavin no mandatory witness When I'm loc'in up cause ain't no way to reverse sickness That's why so many niggas on the run Cause they know they quick to get done when I attack them with the M-1 That's how it is I'm from the Northside Sac-Town Capitol City gangsta that refuse to back down And I be bailin in the North High' Ready to take that nigga on a coarse ride and pop him with the four five And pop his ass and leave him bleedin from his khakis Broke his ass and smoked his ass and left him on the back streets I'm audi five to meet Dame in the mega cold So I can smoke some dank and still won't be takin shorts Chorus: 4X Yeah nigga, loc'ed out Stay playa-click Representin Hollow Tip, takin no shorts |
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