yo, my guns dont weigh 4 pounds they weigh a metric ton
they not the size of 50 or bowwow thay the size of big pun
and the shells do damage they dont only polk through
they leave holes in yo body big enough to walk through
i come up to yo crib wit the night gear
flick on the switch and the inf beam appear
load up, cock back, make sure the room is clear
then i leave yo brains hangin on the ceiling like a chandalier
i wont hesitate i play my part
like vin diesel i show you what tears a man apart
you get a little chain and bracelet so what you wanna floss
i'll take yo shit shoot yo adams apple and turn it into apple sauce
Im good wit the guns but I'm better wit my hands
I take you or any one of yo mans
dont matter who it is you claim to be an enemy
i duck dodge weave and hit you so many times you'll think there was ten of me
when my hands swell up thats when i cause the most harm
i'll tear off yo limbs and beat you wit yo own arms
hit you wit the fifth leave you bloody like a bitch wit her period
cock back and put an end to you point blank period...........

HollA BacK