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14. point ’em out (ft. sinyk!ll)

[vect]
you can run…but ya can’t hide forever, let ’em know siny…

(chorus)
[sinyk!ll]
just tell me where those enemies are
we can shoot up their house or their car
just tell me where those ladies stay
i can get up in’ em & be on my way

[vect]
haters on the list i’m anxious to rip, i’m clutching my fist, dying like h-ll to slam the f-ck out their lips
i can have your blood, sinyk!ll gets your b-tch
kinda hard to talk sh-t with your whole face split
you’ll get kicked in the jaw you’re p-ssing me off
hardhеaded big mouth pr-ck you’re missing the causе i’m done with you like u.p.s. & shipping you off
you don’t scare me at all, don’t give a sh-t who you are
y’all amuse me not knowing what you’re doing b-tch
by the time you got it we mobbed your place & ruined it
i find you right after i hear my name in vain
people get dealt with ‘cause they’re stupid, it’s a shame
you’re caught like we’re cops on a stakeout, knocking fakes out
your dumb ideas you oughta pump the brakes pal
so, what the f-ck? i don’t hear sh-t now
you got checked & wrecked after we pointed you out
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we are not friends, don’t try to condescend
you wanna to put on a show but i’ll bring it to its end
f-ck your talk f-ck your typing start sh-t ’cause you don’t like me
but face to face you won’t dare wanna fight me
will i back off when i’m calm? not f-ckin’ likely
i know a lot of you f-cks startin’ what ya can’t finish
f-ck you it’s too late to apologize so forget it
after you’re done middle finger, good riddance
i don’t play that macho sh-t & don’t you threaten me
c4 in your house afterwards you’ll be regretting things
i got no guilt with my conscience i’m intolerant & obnoxious to every 1 of you i’ll talk this
you aren’t tough or thugs with drugs or gangsters
runnin’ around yelling loud i f-ckin hate cha
you f-ckin’ punks aren’t proving nothin’ now
bullsh-tters you are you got pointed out

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the moral of this story is….don’t start some sh-t & act like something you’re not. i see through you camouflaged b-tches. you cannot fool me. like my homie choppa said: you don’t intimidate me you entertain me. i can tell what you’re about….i can point you out like nothing. & you better be f-ckin sure when & who you challenge someone, or you run your mouth to….’cause it could be someone that’ll put your lights the f-ck….out

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