I was making this shit [Chorus:] Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at? Hell, yeah, I bust my ass
my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothafucka beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept
a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain at point blank range cause he
homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357. -Where you at? *On the freeway
I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch
ya face At point blank range don't play with my heart I was loyal, I was kind I was a fool cause I was blind Thought I was the one me the two I was
: Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside
there it goes [RZA] Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the
Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back Uh, ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar Point blank
money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your
beefin street blogger lames So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my ass when I was born, my
girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your
in my pocket Ready on my block Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit And now they see that mothafucka beat pain At point blank range cause he slept
yo punk ass in the trunk fast The fuck y'all thought? I buried niggaz in walls I'ma trill muthafucka after all Point blank shootin' niggaz, point blank
Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to Step your punk ass
victim to some hater ass shit Out the mouths of phony thugs Weak bitches with empty clips Im on the corner slapping bitches for the shit they say Bitchslap your mother fucking ass
America Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass Word, but who the fuck is heard? It's time to take a trip to the suburbs Let 'em see a nigga invasion Point blank