boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest Hole like an apple in the side of his neck His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more
will disappear We control the corners, that's usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his
ll write for both of us, ill channel thoughts Through your soul (Uh huh) Emmanuelle, remember this when you see my nemesis Drop my picture on his chest and make his
' bullets to brain, fuck around, man. Nine millimeter, come and get some, get some. Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you know he's got his vest on.
Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket Too my pistol out, unlocked it, pulled the hammer back and cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet
turned his back and his own people shot him And he fell on his knees before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun And he arose
nasty monkey, gangster monkey (Redman) Yo yo, yo, yo Watch out! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wife beater undershirt, look Hand to hand you 'bout half
cheese bullets of breeze at light speed Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the
inside my surrounding Jasmine dancin' wit' this nondescript sucka Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her Nigga get the urge and can't control his hand
his hand in mine But I know he can't feel... No one knows What's done is done It's as if he were dead I'm close with his mother And she cries endlessly
like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his ammo They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough
[Talking - Joe Grind] Yo, Hollowman... These brehs are talking like... this album here is a myth or something. {Laughs} They heard Hollow Meets Blade...
in a uniform And a passion that he has, for flashin' with his badge And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right By his waist, the
grab your gun [Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me some fun Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the left So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin chest
it Almost went at Kanye too God it feels like I'm goin' psychotic Thank god that I didn't do it I would of had my ass handed to me And I knew it but
hate that I'm winning Man I've been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper I'm fitting to catch a felony Pistol in hand