(If you don't like the way I rap Talk shit Nigga, fuck you)
[ VERSE 1 ] Boom, this topic is catastrophic, targets are gunable K-Rino's torture mile is unrunable Time for death, nothing material is worth this wealth The earth itself with soon rebirth itself Can it be? K is a seed, nature's planted me Fantasy, its power is the brain Allah granted me Masterpiece, Original Point-Blank gets mastered O.P.B. stands for 'overrated punk-ass bastards' So they run, they know them have to run They never stand a chance against the dangerous one I'll beat them down to dirt, either with bullets or my hand Cause either way I chose, them hoes could never withstand So I just pull out the black book, and you'll see the fall of em A million ways to die, they'll get all of em Okay, we know, you know you're winnin They talked that shit for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute Hoes: door number one has a gun Door number two has your crew gettin hung Door number three has the S.P.C. clique In a room makin your sister suck everybody's dick So fuck you!
[ VERSE 2 ] That's it, I'm sick of these devil tricks You call me a nigger, you get your muthafuckin skull slit Devils runnin away, but they get caught, we won't let it pass I'll catch ya, if it takes me goin to the grave and stabbin yo ass First, I'll take your wrist, and cut it Your blood, blood, blood, I love it, love it, love it Tricknowlodgy steady tryin to war with me, slaughter me Drainin with my hands, I'll skeed blood from your artery The game gets hot, I set your ass afire When you step to the 10-year-vet musical scientist, never will I retire Gainin respect, one way or another Sayin lyrics, layin tracks I'm comin up and bringin brothers Music is what I do, music is what I love All praise is due to Allah above A message to you suckers, ain't doin nothin for the cause And when revolution comes, your ass gets scared, and you pause I handle my business, S.P.C. ain't no sloppy click The law searched my car and found a kilo of floppy disks Cause sellin dope is a risk, so I rap pro-black And I act how I wanna muthafuckin act Fuck you Bitch
[ VERSE 3 ] A lotta niggas wanna know my identity Well, my identity is Point-Blank, bitch, so don't fuck with me I hope you didn't get confused When those punk-ass other niggas tried to step in my shoes Who knocked them hoes out the box last year? In '91 I 'sposed to die, well, how the fuck I'm still standin here? I don't know what you heard, but I never left And never got my clique, cause I took care of my damn self I wish them hoes tried to rush me And I'ma kill the youngest member in they muthafuckin family I get respect everywhere I go I even took a picture killin myself, but they don't hear me though I'm in a world of my own Still stick my head under guillotines, and bad dreams on prone So you better hold your ground up Cause when I frown up, bitch, I will fuck your town up You N.W.A/Ice Cube-wanna-be's Fuck that reel to reel talk, and come get you some of these Oh, don't tell me, are you scared of the S.P.C.? Or is it the fact that they kill and die for me? Fuck you Bitch With your broke-ass record label
[ VERSE 4: Ganksta NIP ] Yo, chill, Point-Blank, he didn't mean what he said O.P., don't chop his leg, Deuce-Twice, don't chop his head Lil' Fry, don't cut his throats, Lye, don't feed him to the goats I just heard some thunder, use his skin for a raincoat DBX, don't cut his heart, I.Q., stop makin faces You'll get your turn, use his flesh for the horse races AC-Chill, stop burnin down his house K-Rino, stop burnin down your spouse Tec-9, don't stab his girl, Brain-Dead, don't slice her ear Triple X, stop visualizin cups for blood-thirsty Ill Bill X Man E, don't follow his sister She's only 4, don't you think that her parents will miss her? Jay, don't bust his lip, throw him through the doors Take down the dynamite attached to his open pores Niggas, watch yoself when the S.P.C. creepin Klondike Ken, scratch his eyeballs out while he sleepin Lizac, don't squeeze his face with the pliers PSK, you and 38, won't y'all stop makin hair fires Ganksta NIP is hard as a tank Click-click-boom-boom at bitch-ass Original Point-Blank Bitch
Yo, you know I know who the real one Bitch-ass, trick-ass nigga, it's your boy NIP Straight up, nigga Whenever your bitch-ass crew, nigga Whoever, whenever, wherever's clever Bitch Fuck you
Bitch-ass Point-Blank That fake-ass Point-Blank When we see you, your ship's gonna sink
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(If you don't like the way I rap Talk shit)
(If you don't like the way I rap Talk shit Nigga)
(If you don't like the way I rap Talk shit Nigga, fuck you)
[ VERSE 1 ] Boom, this topic is catastrophic, targets are gunable K-Rino's torture mile is unrunable Time for death, nothing material is worth this wealth The earth itself with soon rebirth itself Can it be? K is a seed, nature's planted me Fantasy, its power is the brain Allah granted me Masterpiece, Original Point-Blank gets mastered O.P.B. stands for 'overrated punk-ass bastards' So they run, they know them have to run They never stand a chance against the dangerous one I'll beat them down to dirt, either with bullets or my hand Cause either way I chose, them hoes could never withstand So I just pull out the black book, and you'll see the fall of em A million ways to die, they'll get all of em Okay, we know, you know you're winnin They talked that shit for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute Hoes: door number one has a gun Door number two has your crew gettin hung Door number three has the S.P.C. clique In a room makin your sister suck everybody's dick So fuck you!
[ VERSE 2 ] That's it, I'm sick of these devil tricks You call me a nigger, you get your muthafuckin skull slit Devils runnin away, but they get caught, we won't let it pass I'll catch ya, if it takes me goin to the grave and stabbin yo ass First, I'll take your wrist, and cut it Your blood, blood, blood, I love it, love it, love it Tricknowlodgy steady tryin to war with me, slaughter me Drainin with my hands, I'll skeed blood from your artery The game gets hot, I set your ass afire When you step to the 10-year-vet musical scientist, never will I retire Gainin respect, one way or another Sayin lyrics, layin tracks I'm comin up and bringin brothers Music is what I do, music is what I love All praise is due to Allah above A message to you suckers, ain't doin nothin for the cause And when revolution comes, your ass gets scared, and you pause I handle my business, S.P.C. ain't no sloppy click The law searched my car and found a kilo of floppy disks Cause sellin dope is a risk, so I rap pro-black And I act how I wanna muthafuckin act Fuck you Bitch
[ VERSE 3 ] A lotta niggas wanna know my identity Well, my identity is Point-Blank, bitch, so don't fuck with me I hope you didn't get confused When those punk-ass other niggas tried to step in my shoes Who knocked them hoes out the box last year? In '91 I 'sposed to die, well, how the fuck I'm still standin here? I don't know what you heard, but I never left And never got my clique, cause I took care of my damn self I wish them hoes tried to rush me And I'ma kill the youngest member in they muthafuckin family I get respect everywhere I go I even took a picture killin myself, but they don't hear me though I'm in a world of my own Still stick my head under guillotines, and bad dreams on prone So you better hold your ground up Cause when I frown up, bitch, I will fuck your town up You N.W.A/Ice Cube-wanna-be's Fuck that reel to reel talk, and come get you some of these Oh, don't tell me, are you scared of the S.P.C.? Or is it the fact that they kill and die for me? Fuck you Bitch With your broke-ass record label
[ VERSE 4: Ganksta NIP ] Yo, chill, Point-Blank, he didn't mean what he said O.P., don't chop his leg, Deuce-Twice, don't chop his head Lil' Fry, don't cut his throats, Lye, don't feed him to the goats I just heard some thunder, use his skin for a raincoat DBX, don't cut his heart, I.Q., stop makin faces You'll get your turn, use his flesh for the horse races AC-Chill, stop burnin down his house K-Rino, stop burnin down your spouse Tec-9, don't stab his girl, Brain-Dead, don't slice her ear Triple X, stop visualizin cups for blood-thirsty Ill Bill X Man E, don't follow his sister She's only 4, don't you think that her parents will miss her? Jay, don't bust his lip, throw him through the doors Take down the dynamite attached to his open pores Niggas, watch yoself when the S.P.C. creepin Klondike Ken, scratch his eyeballs out while he sleepin Lizac, don't squeeze his face with the pliers PSK, you and 38, won't y'all stop makin hair fires Ganksta NIP is hard as a tank Click-click-boom-boom at bitch-ass Original Point-Blank Bitch
Yo, you know I know who the real one Bitch-ass, trick-ass nigga, it's your boy NIP Straight up, nigga Whenever your bitch-ass crew, nigga Whoever, whenever, wherever's clever Bitch Fuck you
Bitch-ass Point-Blank That fake-ass Point-Blank When we see you, your ship's gonna sink
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