Lyrics Black & Red - Point Blank

Black & Red

I’m getting sick of throwing rights and uppercuts,
Do’t get me wrong I can squab but I’m tired of fucking my knuckles up,
So I’ma buck the next nigga that disrespect,
Or act like he got a problem when I throw up my set,
Black and Red is the color I wear,
(Dope E: What about black and blue?),
Bitch, get that shit outta here,
But you could wear what you want to,
'Cause if your boys don’t fuck with me, my boys won’t fuck with you,
Yeah, I’m coming straight outta H-Town,
South Park is where you’ll find Point Blank red ragged down,
Fool, I barre no hoe, I roll solo,
Look mean on all my pictures 'cause I hate photos,
(Dope E: Hey, where you from?),
I’m from Chicago bitch,
I live the life so fake niggas can’t fuck with this,
So don’t try to get next to me,
'Cause I’ll cancel yo muthafucking policy immediately,
Shit, it ain’t no punks where I come from,
For all those that ain’t never seen a glock, bitch I own one,
And I ain’t scared to use it,
I’m just waiting for one of you hoes to run up so I can lose it,
Hell yeah, I’m in the muthafucking house G,
I got my rag, my click and my grip with me,
'Cause I don’t slip and I don’t trip,
Another hit for yo ass I don’t pistol whip,
I drop a bomb on yo click with the quickness,
Boo-ya, look dead in ya eyes and see sickness,
'Cause I’m real as they come,
I hear a rumor approached the nigga muthafucka played dumb,
Shit, how you 'gon stop me from wearing what I want to?,
Point Blank, I’ll bone and disown you,
Yeah, I know you hate to see a nigga Red down,
So if it hurt close yo eyes and keep ya head down,
Especially if you don’t plan to kill me,
Everybody down with the Blank, can you feel me?,
(Crowd: Yeah), That’s what the fuck I’m talking 'bout,
12 gauge in yo ass, pistol in yo mouth,
You say you went through hell when you was growing up,
Well why everytime I show up, you fold up?,
Man, I kinda think you’re scared to bite the bullet,
Well I’ma take it easy on you and I choose it,
Open up yo mind so I can step in it,
Don’t be scared, or mislead, it ain’t 'gon take me but a minute,
To run through your muthafucking brain like a scalpel,
(Crowd: What’s ya name nigga?), My name’s Point Blank nigga don’t wear it out,
Yeah, I used to gangbang back in the day,
And sometimes I still do it in my own way,
See I know the game, 'cause I was down with it,
And seen a whole lotta muthafuckas die in it,
(Dope E: Chill Blank), Nah, think about this for a second,
These niggas screaming that B.G.
shit all over they damn records,
Some don’t know jack shit about the trade,
And others try to come up off the name another nigga made,
Saggin, wanna-be aggin, nigga be for real,
That shit 'gon fuck around and get you killed,
So you better stop set trippin,
'Cause when you trip on the wrong set,
They 'gon put yo ass underneath it,
And why you worried about the colors I’m sporting?,
«Cause I don’t see now nigga sweating Jordan,
So, I said that to say this,
Get off of my dick, 'cause on the real, I will kill you bitch