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dj squeeky - hollow points lyrics

[verse 1: red boss]
cooler than a cucumber, chillin’ on the witness stand
prosecuter throwin’ sh+t at me but f+ck that lemon ’cause i ain’t carin’
did n0body seen a god d+mn thing ’cause that’s the way i played it
all that educated sh+t them n+ggas be talkin’ — they can save it
’cause the bottom line — i won’t do time, think i’m lyin’? test this p
my lawyer can f+ck with the judge all she want but the ho better not try and f+ck with me
ain’t just about a b+tch, that tryfling snitch jump ‘cross the f+ckin’ b+tch
finna tell the judge and jury all my motherf+ckin’ sh+t
but then they f+cked up ’cause they broke and took a recess
and, yo, this recess is gonna be longer then a b+tch excpects
i caught her slippin’, go up to the water fountain, caught her ass with a pistol to the left
hit the b+tch so hard, she couldn’t yell ’cause she was out of breath
so check this, a decent proposal, ho, i know you told ’cause it’s written all over your face
pulled out my forty+four, say goodbye to the ho, hollow point bullets they’ll solve this case
[chorus]
forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four, forty+four, forty+four, forty+four
forty+four, forty+four, forty+four

[verse 2: criminal manne]
standin’ on the track, kickin’ back with my folk, sellin’ that dope, runnin’ through the cut with them motherf+ckin’ rocks under my nuts
servin’ fiends, after fiends, makin’ that green, ’bout my hustle
another pimpin’ n+gga from the hood gettin’ bucked in the game, not layin’ like some of you busters
watchin’ my back, day and night, still upon my p’s and q’s
gotta get my serve on, jone, i’ma player, fool
constantly watchin’ these lemons go, constantly watchin’ these hoes ho
but me, i sit back on the track like a mack and boom my yay, sometimes i smoke
smoke, smoke, i had to smoke a b+tch, try to break bad and vamp with my sh+t
chase ’em through the alley he’s runnin’, just a junkie that’s gone with my motherf+ckin’ bricks
f+cked ’em up right around the corner, met that trick infront of his face, smacked ’em, beat the sh+t outta him and pulled my pistol, let the hollow points spray
as i was leavin’ the scene i saw this b+tch and the ho, man, though
sad, he kinda lost, though, they can’t hear me, though, meet my forty+four

[chorus]
forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four, forty+four, forty+four, forty+four
forty+four, forty+four, forty+four
[verse 3: outlaw]
these b+tches, these snitchin’ b+tches, no love for ’em
the forty+five packin’ the hollow points for these snitches, bucked em, bucked ’em, busters
break out the yalk, load that ho, aim and let this thizzang rip
dropped that fool like a timebomb, send this snitch on a one+way trip
adiós, b+tch, catch up with your kind six feet deep
outlaw ’bout his honeycomb, stangin’ these geeks, put ’em to sleep
squealing get’s you nothin’ but a slug plugged in your ass
stupizzid trizznicks tellin’ my business — i got’s to blast
i snuff you, buck you, plug you, tuck you deep down in my f+ckin’ trunk
ball to the mississippi bridges, slang then slippin’, lame ass punk
runnin’ your p+ssy liquor, n+gga, makes the outlaw cl!ck on you hoes
suckers, you busters all slaw ass f+ckers, then become victims of my tone
like my n+gga ced, you see i’m down with that mob+type sh+t
lil’ corb in the house for the 9+4, kickin’ it with the thug clique
forty+four ways to stop your snitchin’ comin’ at your sh+t
you thinkin’ of traitin’, think again, b+tch, i got them hollow tips

[chorus]
forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four got the hollow points for the snitches
fourty—, forty+four, forty+four, forty+four, forty+four
forty+four, forty+four, forty+four
[verse 4: thugsta & criminal manne]
chiefin’ on a black jack, full of that fire indo
sittin’ in a four+corner room with a bunch of money hungry n+ggaros
n+ggas that i knew, but one that i didn’t recognize
penny loafers, slack polo shirt, wearin’ a press disguise, f+ck it (get him)
back to business, meanin’, money had to be made, you dig?
(grab my mag’) and my tone, time to play the stick+up, kid
early, early, gather ’round, that’s just how the plan goes
the n+gga that we finna hit got a mean l!ck, if theres any interferes, they blast them hoes
baby jane beat them jones (they meet us down by the river)
huh, little did he know, mane, that this might be his last deliver
later on about, uhh, 3:15, to be exact, lookin’ for the lemon ass n+gga peepin’ out the tent, lay low in the fleetwood ‘lac
saw him, got ’em, took ’em for his cheese, remember that fat b+tch had to run like a b+tch, c+ck my sh+t, (+gunshots+) thank you hollow tips

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