Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollow Points, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hollow Points |
| They call us gorillas, we brawlin', you in coffins with killers |
| You at the auction, I’m boss and smokin' 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 dancin' 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 bredren, 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 plaques |
| The torch is lit, I scorch your clique, nigga I’m back |
| 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 TECs make 'em vacate a set |
| If he ain’t tryin' 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 L, 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 a back block |
| And wait for a pussy to creep, give him a back shot |
| Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I’m mangled |
| And I’m about to catch a motherfuckin' homicide |
| This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and this fuckin' high |
| Don’t wanna go away I’m like an addict in his fuckin' prime |
| Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money |
| If there’s tension in the room then you know it’s comin' from me |
| 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 sicker, 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 sicker, quick enough to split your brain |
| My rap will give you fucking brain cancer |
| Different question cousin same answer |
| Y’all muh’fuckers 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 (hahaha) |
| 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 attacked you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip (brat brat) |
| Niggas try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk |
| Them loud mouths, gotta hit 'em with the wide hook |
| 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 send 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 huggin' model jawns I was huggin' the block |
| One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock (yeah) |
| Say I’m steamed when I’m pullin' a scam quick |
| Ol' Reservoir Dogs, lay your grill on the canvas |
| The flow’s 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 |
| Hahahahahaha, AOTP! |
| 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 (Pistolvanian) |
| Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, 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 (faggot rapper) |
| This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang |
| Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain |