Hollow Points lyrics

[Intro: Richard Kuklinski]
I would move Heaven, Hell, and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn’t be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that’s not bull; that’s truth. I’ve went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I’m mad at you I’m coming forward. You’d have to shoot me to stop me. And if you don’t kill me… You’re stupid. Cause the next time you see me... I will kill you

[Verse 1: Planetary]
They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers
You at the auction, I’m boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
n*gga I’m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over
I’m a cancer n*gga no chemo
I’m dancin' with satanic people, life is illegal
I’m heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
I’m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
Calm before the storms, Katrina n*gga I’m drawn
Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven
I excel with my bredren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
I’m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
I’m close to perfection with rap n*gga I’m flawless
I’m God’s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness
Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plaques
The torch is lit, I scorch your clique, n*gga I’m back

[Verse 2: Demoz]
If I ain’t on my grind then I’m high trying to take your cheque
I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain’t break a sweat
AKs and TECs make 'em vacate a set
If he ain’t tryin' to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck
You get laid to rest, n*gga this is Murderville
Now smell the essence of the L, n*gga this is Earth for real
f*ck a b*tch, I’ll leave a n*gga burnt for real
Signed to the streets but the judge ain’t served the deal
I just turn the wheel, hit a back block
And wait for a pus*y to creep, give him a back shot
Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I’m mangled
And I’m about to catch a motherf*cking homicide
This b*tch named Karma got me going crazy and this f*ckin' high
Don’t wanna go away I’m like an addict in his f*ckin' prime
Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
If there’s tension in the room then you know it’s comin' from me
[Hook]×2
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique a n*gga sicker, quick enough to split your brain

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
My rap will give you f*cking brain cancer
Different question cousin same answer
Y’all motherf*ckers made me scrap like I was Kane’s dancer
But there’s a method to my madness unusual still
They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
We push a lot of everything but it’s usually krill
We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
I thought a lot of destiny but it’s truthfully real
That could make a warrior like Zeus if he’s truthfully ill
I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
Where dirtbag drink from the same water he p*ss(hahaha)
It’s Armageddon when I ball up the fist
It’s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift
I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
I’m a survivor but I got the f*cking charm of a pit
That just attacked you, now you got your f*cking arm in his grip (brat brat)

[Verse 4: Doap Nixon]
n*ggas try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk
Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the wide hook
Barack wants help, all my bodies buy 'em chalk
My n*ggas upstate squared with the fried shock
This for y’all wild out when your cell’s cracked
You know your time’s short when they trying to send your mail back
We catch bodies for the love of the block
I collect sh*t, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block
One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock (yeah)
Say I’m steamed when I’m pullin' a scam quick
Ol' Reservoir Dogs, lay your grill on the canvas
The flow's diesel but the game is sour
And you’s a pus*y, where I’m from that’s the name of a coward
So when you get your weight up I’m already in power
Who wants war? My n*ggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs
[Vinnie Paz:]
Hahahahahaha, AOTP!

[Hook]×2
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique a n*gga sicker, quick enough to split your brain