I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center spittin' .45 slugs Black Mac-11, Python .357, snub-nose .38 or .380 Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets Hollow points
's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' anger Point blank
Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power
s hijacked Black people don't own shit The rap game's hijacked Check it R&B's hijacked Black acting is hijacked Just being black is hijacked Nigga,
, deep in the mix Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters me, I'm the point man
Mental pictures, no cameras please (Can-han-han you fee-heel-heel, my hea-ar-ar-ar-art is beating)(2x) (Chorus) Verse 3: Red lipstick on the wine glass, cameras in my mind flash Black
hair, he keep me in the house and he don't take me anywhere.. or buy me anything and i don't think it really fair. I say you got a point, but you don
my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers getting black
bottle, Magazine star datin' nothing but the models, Money piling up you would think I won the Lotto, Cash rule everything around me that's my motto, All black
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth
i cried myself to sleep back on the floor unconscious in denial life is just a little part of what the world will do to get its point across it beats you 'til your black
He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her black
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge Until one bright morning
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped