调：G minor•
Intro 1
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
C
Gm
Verse 1
blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send
two to his dome
Cm
C
Gm
(Oh no) Cry babies go
Verse 2
blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send
two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go home
Verse 3
like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin'
eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate
and watch your weight
Verse 4
want come face me,
face come want who?
And women give me face 'til
their face turns blue
They can't breathe,
dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what stops
the lengthy conversations
Verse 5
and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love,
I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an
indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll
Verse 6
hurt if I swallow,
but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station
off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards,
funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick
pennies at rush hour
Verse 7
blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two
Verse 8
blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send
two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go home
Verse 9
ass with both hands
Delete your first steps,
but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my
mama said "it ain't worth it"
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But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause
Verse 10
You run with niggas that's
more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King
like Chris Webber
Verse 11
hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and
dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I
Verse 12
mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot
a mutha fucka down)
Ground round,
ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot
rounds around teeth
Verse 13
blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two
Verse 14
blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send
two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go home
Verse 15
reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box
if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout,
bicker and babble
Verse 16
"Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head- Potatoes are
skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked
out ya Jacks and left fifty cards
Verse 17
I re- up with more chips than
a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome,
mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
your boogers and flicking 'em
Verse 18
so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all
are sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons,
you're just rookies
Headed downstairs to
Verse 19
to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send
two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go
home
Verse 20
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout
to send two to his dome
Verse 21
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send
two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go
home
Verse 22
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole
in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout
to send two to his dome
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