Look around and tell me what you see
Nothin' but catastrophes by the dope -e
This ain't no game, nigga,
I don't fuck around I stuff your body in a garbage can downtown
See, that's the hardcore
life of the street gang
Where freaks are tamed and
niggas face it get rearranged
Into bloody play -doh,
that's the way it go
And by the time you think you know the time,
it ain't no more
You see I'm just waitin' for a fool,
so I can use his blood for my backyard pool
Damn, these niggas think of bullshit,
and fuck all that hittin'
I'ma let my nine start clickin',
I did a job, I had to rob the mob
Or they ass die,
cause they can't squat
Terrorist style, battle to the very end
So many fatal weapons,
I'm takin' out all your men
And with my rifle and a
scope to spot him
I'ma shoot my whole column til I dot him and
I got him
You better wish upon a fuckin' star
Cause when my blood heats up,
I'm hotter than steaming tar
Dead bodies,
sendin' out a death shout
To my boy
Point
Blank, may he rest in peace
What?
They done killed my nigga
Blaze?
Nah, uh -uh, that's bullshit
I'm a walking corpse,
waking up from a deep sleep
Bombing fluid in my body,
still counting sheep
With a hun dred dead men watching my back I've died smoking primos,
they died smoking
crack
Now it's time for us to rise
And all the niggas that dissed
me in the past, surprise
I get crazy thoughts
that make me laugh
Like put you in the ground,
dig you up , then
kill your ass
How that sound dope?
That sound good to me
What about you,
Gangsta
Nip?
86, them niggas big
So if you need some more info,
check the mail
Cause that will mark the
beginning of
Blank's blood trail
And if you make it to the end,
I'll put a pistol to my head
Cause you gotta be a rough man,
but ain't no nigga harder than these
Point
Blank, so bitch, you owe me an apology
P -O -R -I -N to the motherfuckin'
T
Blank red shit like a tank
Gank makes me get ill
That's why the motherfuckin'
morgue is filled
Full of dead bod ies
Reminiscing about way back when
As roguish as I was,
I should've been in a pen
Killing ain't no thing,
I must be insane
Snapped a little girl's umbrella and
asked her could she stand the rain
My brain is disassembled,
life I can't handle
But that's what I get for throwing
away my brain
Instruction manual, why they no late?
Went to court, didn't care,
cause I'd beat her on her ear
Till her hearing was impaired
The judge couldn't convict me
on what had occurred
Cause the pipe I beat her with made
her speak with her throat
I'm dissin', but never ever kissin'
The next man's runnin',
don't make me give my punk chump change
Pennies, nickels, and dimes, I need bus fare,
give it here, it's mine
South
Park, brother, from the
South, y 'all
And don't you ever run up on me,
and try and scope me
Or even bluff me,
better off shootin' me
It takes a whole task force
to handcuff me
I'm strong, street smart is the way to be,
no hesitation, I strike instantly like a cobra
You're better off staying sober,
living on the edge, looking over your shoulder
I'm a maniac, when I react, I attack,
with a baseball bat, with intentions to crack
Skulls and ribs, leaving mortal remains,
temporary insanity, I'm forever deranged
Now look at me, and tell me what you see
How old do I look,
cause I can only count to
three I need an education,
to give me hope
I need some money,
so now I'm selling dope
E behind bars, a cement wall
With no one to write to, or no one to call
And if I ever had the chance to do it over
I would
Do it just like I did before
Hardcore, leavin' dead bodies, dead bodies,
dead bodies
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