Hollow Thru Him lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[Intro: 50 Cent]
50. Believe me, it's easy. We number one effortlessly. This is the Unit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
pus*y n*gga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
From PR to DR, n*ggas know who we are
They know how we do it, it's the motherf*cking Unit
Push the rock, move the yayo, stack paper like lego
Rap tornado, yeah, we f*ck with Tego
He don't even speak Spanish, he a fraud
Joe really don't want drama, he a broad, see that cannon, oh Lord
That n*gga get to talking to God
Like father forgive me for my sins and forgive me for my friends
If you give me one more chance I will not do this again
Why 50 never lose, man? He always wins
It's cause the block love us, you c*cksucker
I got your number, this could be your last summer

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
pus*y n*gga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Passport's stamped up, money mesmerizing
Tropic horizon, juicy socializing
Oochie girl coniving, but Gucci girl poppin'
Chloe bag, Chloe boots down to the stockings
I catch extras with extra toppings
Hunnid E-X, 50 dropped the top in
Ain't no stoppin, G-Unit poppin'
Audi R8, jake cannot stop him (break it down now)
Joe ain't poppin', Khaled ain't poppin'
Fans see them and they not stoppin '
Fans see me when I'm hermes shoppin'
Gucci shoppin', tags is poppin'

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
pus*y n*gga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
You could take your white flag and stick it, I'm different
Which means a n*gga diss me we can't kick it
Matter of fact, a n*gga diss me he diss himself
I'm papa, I'll whoop these n*ggas, pick a belt
A clown won't bump heads with me, Hulk Hogan bold
I'll crush you like bugs on a open road
Another sixteen bars, another overload
It's hot out, and none of my shoes are open toes
You see a lot of bling on stage, it's probably mine
I got four rings on me like the Audi sign
I take the elevator down, make the lobby shine
A n*gga try to take what's mine, n*gga, shotty time
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
pus*y n*gga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)

[Outro: 50 Cent]
That n*gga's a rat, son
You heard that n*gga? He was like, "The truth gon' come out" Donnie Brasco-ass n*gga, man
Know who the f*ck we is, man, he gon' be like, "Yo, Macho! They got us, come out from behind the car
Come on, man, they got us"
n*ggas sweet, man
f*ck is these n*ggas from? They make the Bronx look bad
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