I was making this shit [Chorus:] Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at? Hell, yeah, I bust my ass
a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain at point blank range cause
homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357. -Where you at? *On the freeway
my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothafucka beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept
dollars, your pockets flat like tires Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers I pop more than the collar You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your
where my verbs literally turn symphonies in to a place where the sun doesn?t go (home) the beast sweeps the streets for bundles of dough. In the middle of the jungle where
shots at you Slob-ass niggas talkin' shit You's a bitch and I'll put that on my momma If I catch you in these streets - I'ma leave your ass in trauma
they we're all ready My shit is point blank period like a bitch bleedin heavy Spillin over the same pad, from my month, befall ass [Drunken Dragon:]
tell me to hold my peace but I just can't But I'm Defrost of the rap group of Point Blank So me I'm chilling at the table with my family Hypothetically
dont know who smoked that motherfucking cop at the liquor store but now you creep through the hood looking for a clue but your bob head twice with the point blank
stands for Point blank - Shan, you suck And I'm about to nail your coffin shut Juice Crew Law? That shit is out the window Just like the basepipe, where all of your
his Rolls Seen and heard, yo, word, give me the four Point blank at the tank, empty clip at the dour Slow your roll, the pain was too immense to run
vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie
I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch
! Picture that, but then it dawned on me black honey set them traps, that's why Tyson was where he was at They want you for your name and fame, quick
