she was wrong Me, I don't long to belong (Time stood still with his fingers in his ears) (Didn't want to hear it from another bunch of hollow men) Cold
an elevation Of pressure In regards Compel a high water When all hell freezes over And breaks loose in a hand basket Idle hands Mastered my mix down
't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky And Strahan came through with his
spit two The promise that I give you to the virtue that's on my garment I'm Godsent, my right hand raised, I'm honest, pay homage I lay in garbage with
expired by the shots Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya War displayed by the real niggaz [Raekwon] On his wrist saw the spiral, glass hand
Thought he got his brothers keep but fuck all that Niggas causin' mayhem from the p.m.'s to a.m.'s America's worst night name guns against hands Better
know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun Couple of hollow
, you know First thing you should know is I'm not afraid Every rapper has the potential to be laid Down on his or her back When I'm down on my luck I
blatter is fin to splatter When these hollow points scatter Oh, he bald headed, tatted up And got his swole on Gang banged out Rowdy then get his roll
pushin' mad units Hustlin' is the key to success but could you do it I been layin' it down, the spray and the town It's about time the rightful owner claimed his
the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu Snatched the symbol, tied his hands too Make examples
'll be ummmmmmm another man done gone So Marie done some magic and she shook a little sand Made a million dollars and she put it in his hands Then she
this is Kansas City where nigga life don't mean shit So step to and immediately get yo dome split I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollows
rearrange ya hands with ya head Heads up and I'll bang ya I hear you barkin but you aint bit shit My shot's dig through They call 'em hollow tips It's
[Verse 1] I'm gangsta steppin Representin my block Jokes be the name 702 comin through yo hood Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain All up
Seventeen nights and fourteen days I spent time in a hollow cave on the lower east sidea??he lower east side A long way back to your front door I stepped
of the safe cave Some were shining too much so I hide in the shade The minute you made this move gave him one to his brain Kill kill kill murder murder
other way Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands