sequel When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle Flappin, we splittin caps friend remember when niggas would shoot joints Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
in the game, that's never let a cop top me Chorus Verse three Back to back, doin' niggas like this when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs
Coolio up Two ski masks, on my left a nine Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) You god damn right motherfucker it's on again Coolio what's the
villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow points
mouth without Chap or Blistec Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue Dum dum,
me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow point stab
then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original baby gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams
You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger Now wet motherfuckers are bloody 'Cos a bullet'll mold your ass like silly putty Right into shape A hollow point
I spent my childhood The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper Out the barrels, the hollow point
Dogg Pound gang It's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.C You wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 times Like a hollow point headed for your dome
villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points
ain't goin' for the okie doke 'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gun smoke See what I tote, keep it in my lap If these hollow points hit'cha, nigga
the peddle to the metal then stop Point it out the window boy a big ol plastic glock Bullets richochetin' man flyin' through they car doe Stoppin' in they bodies and explodin' 'cuz they hollows
got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into
think he got some power Shower yo' ass wit' a full clip of hollow points When I start to blast bitch, I bet yo' ass will get the point Point me tone right
birds Mouth slurred 'cause a nigga blowing on some good shit Celebrating 'cause a playa done made a phat lick Any trick do this to me hollow points
leave ya wet Fa' sho yo' face is on the next If ya disrespect I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it Hollow points bullets racin' it Niggas ain't
