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letra de hollow tips - wiseguys (usa)

[intro: sample]
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kick…

[verse 1]
what? n-ggas want more, same sh-t, different day
dang on my hip, grip then flip, spittin’ spray
still holdin’ down the fort and slugs i transport to your mental, your drama’s all dental
you rock us all verbal and your heart rate’s turbo
i plug you with the snuff, flood your blood and make you gurgle
blaze up the herbal when my mission’s accomplished
and i never do dirt with no snitchin’ accomplice
i stay alert like wettin’ yo chrome, get dealt with
i melt sh-t, with two sh-lls in your helmet
stealth with the belt inflicted, gun gifted
f-ckin’ with the twisted mac devil to get your body lifted

[verse 2: prodigy]
the mobb beat ’em down, stomp ’em out, knock ’em out, move em’ out
leave ’em n-ggas with much more than just a bl–dy mouth
and your crew get penetrate, f-ckin’ with these heavy weights
we infiltrate, don’t it feel great to be real a n-gga?
live in action, you lack, stand up with a straight back
b-tch cash, [?], n-ggas with big gats
the infamous, dangerous, rso contain these kids
trap ’em up, up against the wall, don’t move a f-ckin’ inch
take it off extremely fast, hurry up or that’s yo ass
take for [?], get on the floor, up on it for e&j cash
we in the crowd, pushin’ through, wild n-ggas part to see
the war is on, hold me down, eyes on my enemy
strike fast, tear ass, you n-ggas is ass
i beat ass, desert style like my dunns in hempstead queensbridge
quo connect, we come together like a full force
and snap neck, outta respect you best to move [?]
[chorus]
the war’s on, b-tch n-ggas this is how it gets
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips
now let’s see whose tips be the hallowest
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips
i shove my gun in your mouth and make you swallow this
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips
got the red dot on the move, can you follow this?
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kick…

[verse 3]
teflon fills my clips while i’m up in the mix of action, bustin’ head to head transactions
tryna get my loot on but n-ggas are bringin’ the drama right up on my block and yo it’s got to stop
it’s not drug related but n-ggas retaliated when i tried to peel this n-ggas cap four days back in fact
i got seventeen shots that’ll leave those n-ggas soggy
y’all keep f-ckin’ around and wind up feelin’ sorry
vision’s foggy, tryna dodge the hollow point sh-ll that is headed for your grill
still, sixteen more to duck from dependent on where i buck from
run for kevlar, word to mother ’cause it’s on

[verse 4: tangg the juice]
a-yo my crew pay dues and done caught mad cases
when it come to police, we on a first name basis
cover your faces (why?), cause n-ggas be tellin’
that’s why the first shine go straight to the melon
tangg the juice, the neighborhood dweller
tap mad murders out like a good fella
put a n-gga below, keep it on the d-low
jack for a kilo, that be the steelo
dt’s, they give a n-gga the creepies
insomnia, so i never got the sleepies
the war’s on, so if you wanna see me
you can see one of my hollow point slugs in 3d
[verse 5: ty nitty]
rso, t-y, n-i-t-t-y, ty nitty
shifty, grimy, bald head
eyes red, all eyes on me
stay still, godfather iii, prodigy
plate the hash [?] with a lime bacardi
let’s celebrate june 1st, it’s gonna be great
tryna get his head straight and regulate
shift his body weight, make ’em elevate
lift ’em up and watch the glock pick ’em up

[verse 6]
yo, the war’s on, take position like [?]
snake n-gga rattle, keep your eye on the black sparrow
g-o-d livin’ city, grimy and gritty, trife life new york city
out to get me, illuminati out to hit me
mobb n-gga, when you fall mad figure

[verse 7]
we come from places where the shook n-ggas be dreamin’ of
you just ain’t seen enough from boston and queens ’cause
the war is on and it be takin’ all my time
gotta load another nine, let alone write a f-ckin’ rhyme
i spray your city on a sunday, go and get your gun rates
dog, drop bombs on your runway
the war ain’t over till the next n-gga’s dead
and you’ll be divin’ over fences with your hands on your f-ckin’ head
real n-ggas never squash jack
and if you make a false move the motherf-cker will be comin’ back
[chorus]
the war’s on, b-tch n-ggas this is how it gets
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips
now let’s see whose tips be the hallowest
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips
i shove my gat in your mouth, make you swallow this
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips
got my red dot beamin’ on your neck, swallow this
motherf-cker don’t you know my glock kicks hollow tips

[outro]
swallow that kid, word up
swallow that sh-t, swallow that sh-t, swallow that sh-t n-gga
what up n-gga? what up n-gga?
to all my n-ggas, no doubt kid, what up son?
what’s goin’ on, what’s goin’ on kid?
word up, the war’s on [?]
know what i’m sayin’, let’s get started
the infamous mobb, knah mean
word up, gonna need the round table know what i’m sayin’…

- wiseguys usa

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