Hollow Points Lyrics
| Song | Hollow Points |
| Artist | Army of the Pharaohs |
| Artist | Demoz |
| Artist | Doap Nixon |
| Artist | Vinnie Paz |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | The Unholy Terror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that's not bull; that's truth. I've went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you I'm coming forward. You'd have to shoot me to stop me and if you don't kill me… you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you. | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers | |
| You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer | |
| Nigga I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over | |
| I'm a cancer nigga no chemo | |
| I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal | |
| I'm heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through | |
| I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn | |
| Calm before the storm's Katrina nigga, I'm drawn | |
| Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants | |
| Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven | |
| I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons | |
| I'm shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson | |
| I'm close to perfection with rap nigga I'm flawless | |
| I'm God's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness | |
| Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit | |
| I scorch your clique, nigga I'm back again | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| If I ain't on my grind then I'm high trying to take your cheque | |
| I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain't break a sweat | |
| AKs and Techs make em vacate a set | |
| If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck | |
| You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville | |
| Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real | |
| Fuck a bitch, I'll leave a nigga burnt for real | |
| Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal | |
| I just turn the wheel, hit em back ? | |
| Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot | |
| Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled | |
| And I'm about to catch a motherfucking homicide | |
| This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it's fucking hot | |
| I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his fucking prime | |
| Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money | |
| If there's tension in the room then you know it's coming from me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change | |
| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame | |
| This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang | |
| Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain | |
| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change | |
| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame | |
| This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang | |
| Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain | |
| [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] | |
| My rap will give you fucking brain cancer | |
| Different question cousin same answer | |
| Y'all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane's dancer | |
| But there's a method to my madness unusual still | |
| They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill | |
| We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill | |
| We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed | |
| I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real | |
| That could make a warrior like Zeus if he's truthfully ill | |
| I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss | |
| Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss | |
| It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist | |
| It's God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift | |
| I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick | |
| I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick | |
| I'm a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit | |
| That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip | |
| [Verse 4] | |
| Niggas try to hate, we don't hear the side talk | |
| Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk | |
| Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk | |
| My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock | |
| This for y'all wild out when your cell's cracked | |
| You know your time's short when they trying to seen your mail back | |
| We catch bodies for the love of the block | |
| I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop | |
| So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block | |
| One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock | |
| Yeah say I'm steamed when I'm pulling a scam quick | |
| Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas | |
| Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour | |
| And you's a pussy, where I'm from that's the name of a coward | |
| So when you get your weight up I'm already in power | |
| Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs | |
| [Chorus] |
| I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn' t be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that' s not bull that' s truth. I' ve went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I' m mad at you I' m coming forward. You' d have to shoot me to stop me and if you don' t kill me you' re stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers | |
| You at the auction, I' m boss and smoking cigars at the dealer | |
| Nigga I' m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only cnotes and over | |
| I' m a cancer nigga no chemo | |
| I' m dancing with satanic people, life is illegal | |
| I' m heroin in the needle, my emotions are seethrough | |
| I' m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn | |
| Calm before the storm' s Katrina nigga, I' m drawn | |
| Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants | |
| Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven | |
| I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons | |
| I' m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson | |
| I' m close to perfection with rap nigga I' m flawless | |
| I' m God' s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness | |
| Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit | |
| I scorch your clique, nigga I' m back again | |
| Verse 2 | |
| If I ain' t on my grind then I' m high trying to take your cheque | |
| I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain' t break a sweat | |
| AKs and Techs make em vacate a set | |
| If he ain' t trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck | |
| You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville | |
| Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real | |
| Fuck a bitch, I' ll leave a nigga burnt for real | |
| Signed to the streets but the judge ain' t served the deal | |
| I just turn the wheel, hit em back nbsp? | |
| Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot | |
| Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I' m mangled | |
| And I' m about to catch a motherfucking homicide | |
| This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it' s fucking hot | |
| I don' t wanna go away I' m like an addict in his fucking prime | |
| Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money | |
| If there' s tension in the room then you know it' s coming from me | |
| Chorus | |
| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change | |
| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame | |
| This' ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang | |
| Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I' m quick enough to split your brain | |
| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change | |
| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame | |
| This' ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang | |
| Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I' m quick enough to split your brain | |
| Verse 3: Vinnie Paz | |
| My rap will give you fucking brain cancer | |
| Different question cousin same answer | |
| Y' all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane' s dancer | |
| But there' s a method to my madness unusual still | |
| They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill | |
| We push a lot of everything but it' s usually krill | |
| We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed | |
| I thought a lot of destiny but it' s truthfully real | |
| That could make a warrior like Zeus if he' s truthfully ill | |
| I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss | |
| Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss | |
| It' s Armageddon when I ball up the fist | |
| It' s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift | |
| I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick | |
| I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick | |
| I' m a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit | |
| That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip | |
| Verse 4 | |
| Niggas try to hate, we don' t hear the side talk | |
| Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk | |
| Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk | |
| My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock | |
| This for y' all wild out when your cell' s cracked | |
| You know your time' s short when they trying to seen your mail back | |
| We catch bodies for the love of the block | |
| I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop | |
| So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block | |
| One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock | |
| Yeah say I' m steamed when I' m pulling a scam quick | |
| Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas | |
| Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour | |
| And you' s a pussy, where I' m from that' s the name of a coward | |
| So when you get your weight up I' m already in power | |
| Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs | |
| Chorus |
| I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn' t be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that' s not bull that' s truth. I' ve went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I' m mad at you I' m coming forward. You' d have to shoot me to stop me and if you don' t kill me you' re stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers | |
| You at the auction, I' m boss and smoking cigars at the dealer | |
| Nigga I' m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only cnotes and over | |
| I' m a cancer nigga no chemo | |
| I' m dancing with satanic people, life is illegal | |
| I' m heroin in the needle, my emotions are seethrough | |
| I' m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn | |
| Calm before the storm' s Katrina nigga, I' m drawn | |
| Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants | |
| Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven | |
| I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons | |
| I' m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson | |
| I' m close to perfection with rap nigga I' m flawless | |
| I' m God' s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness | |
| Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit | |
| I scorch your clique, nigga I' m back again | |
| Verse 2 | |
| If I ain' t on my grind then I' m high trying to take your cheque | |
| I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain' t break a sweat | |
| AKs and Techs make em vacate a set | |
| If he ain' t trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck | |
| You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville | |
| Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real | |
| Fuck a bitch, I' ll leave a nigga burnt for real | |
| Signed to the streets but the judge ain' t served the deal | |
| I just turn the wheel, hit em back nbsp? | |
| Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot | |
| Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I' m mangled | |
| And I' m about to catch a motherfucking homicide | |
| This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it' s fucking hot | |
| I don' t wanna go away I' m like an addict in his fucking prime | |
| Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money | |
| If there' s tension in the room then you know it' s coming from me | |
| Chorus | |
| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change | |
| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame | |
| This' ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang | |
| Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I' m quick enough to split your brain | |
| We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change | |
| One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame | |
| This' ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang | |
| Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I' m quick enough to split your brain | |
| Verse 3: Vinnie Paz | |
| My rap will give you fucking brain cancer | |
| Different question cousin same answer | |
| Y' all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane' s dancer | |
| But there' s a method to my madness unusual still | |
| They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill | |
| We push a lot of everything but it' s usually krill | |
| We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed | |
| I thought a lot of destiny but it' s truthfully real | |
| That could make a warrior like Zeus if he' s truthfully ill | |
| I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss | |
| Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss | |
| It' s Armageddon when I ball up the fist | |
| It' s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift | |
| I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick | |
| I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick | |
| I' m a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit | |
| That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip | |
| Verse 4 | |
| Niggas try to hate, we don' t hear the side talk | |
| Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk | |
| Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk | |
| My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock | |
| This for y' all wild out when your cell' s cracked | |
| You know your time' s short when they trying to seen your mail back | |
| We catch bodies for the love of the block | |
| I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop | |
| So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block | |
| One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock | |
| Yeah say I' m steamed when I' m pulling a scam quick | |
| Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas | |
| Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour | |
| And you' s a pussy, where I' m from that' s the name of a coward | |
| So when you get your weight up I' m already in power | |
| Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs | |
| Chorus |
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