Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollow Point, artist - ABK. Album song Hatchet Warrior, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Hollow Point |
Two seperate worlds, opposites |
Yet alike in so many many ways |
Both of these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other |
The war of good versus evil, which is which, you decide |
Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end |
And that special magical little item is that of which we call |
The hollow tip bullet |
Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa |
Dark Carnival psychopathic wig spiltta (Anybody) |
Move and change it’s time to rearrange |
So love a dinosaur that you can’t tame |
I bring pain, what you think I’m playin a game? |
Detroit is my home, Eastside’s what I claim |
Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 |
With tech nines and green tree it’s a luxury |
That’s how it is and I ain’t changin for shit |
Walk the earth mean muggin, waitin for someone to trip |
I’m sick and tired of fuckin waitin for you wannabe thugs to quit |
That’s why I keep it underground and drop the killa shit |
For juggalos that keep it real non-stop |
Keep away from juggahos unitl I load up my Glock |
Cuz in Detroit we got mother fuckin problems |
And all the gun play that you hear is my homies tryin to solve them |
You can’t tell me anythang |
Hollowpoints control the game |
I can tell ya once they’re triggered |
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) |
I got a brand new tech that I’m dyin to use |
Play games with this killa and you destined to loose |
Mental stress, keepin me alive |
Sniffin lines of gunpowder to start off the night |
Curbside gangbanger with some mark ass bitches |
Gun smoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches |
I’m just an average individual, street slangin convict |
Pocket full of bullets ready to use 'em up quick |
You ask my name (ABK), you know the game ain’t changed |
Labeled as a killa bustin caps all the same |
As any other mother fucker with a piece and little bit of attitude |
Runnin through the streets actin rude |
So hate if you want to, but I’mma keep my focus |
And continue with the magic that I practice with the lotus |
Psychopathic and I’m down for life |
And anyone who disagree let these hollowpoints change your mind |
You can’t tell me anythang |
Hollowpoints control the game |
I can tell ya once they’re triggered |
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) |
I feel the urge to murder, there’s no need to cure me |
Civilized under the light, at night I’m filled with fury |
Is it true that the people who you hang with rub off? |
Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off? |
Imagine everytime you woke up, you was gettin choked up |
And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up |
The type of shit that most people call unreal |
But it’s the thing that makes you feel the way to deal is just to kill |
Crazy ballistic cause my head is untrained |
With the empty fuckin wallet so there’s so much to gain |
If I appeal to you do you think I keep it real with you? |
Turn your back and let my hollowpoints drill in you |
What type of person do you think that I am? |
Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands |
Don’t get it in your head that I would never hurt you |
Cuz the ones that gettin shot are the ones that deserve to |
You can’t tell me anythang |
Hollowpoints control the game |
I can tell ya once they’re triggered |
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) |