tha truma center killaz – point ov no return lyrics
[verse 1]
see i’m stunnin’ burnin’ gunnin’ shockin’ mothaf+ckas
talkin’ poppin’ hoggin’ n+ggas down ’cause my trigga
step a n+gga [?]
never ever sleepin’ always creepin’
smackin’ you b+tches i’m buckin’ you ho
n+gga get back when i jack i’ll react
have a seat on [?] talkin’ sh+t here we go
load up the clip we gon go on a trip and it’s time that we ride a busta gon’ die
spottin’ them b+tch as we shot at them b+tch and we buck em so f+ck em
we let them hoes fry
grip on my nine if you slippin’ i’m [?] one to yo chest
i’m the best in the murder contest
n+ggas compare when i’m strapped with a bullеt i pull it to fill it and then you get [?]
showin’ and ho’in’ and foldin’ thesе blunts up like liquor you sucka got what you deserved
don’t make me wanna buck buck [?] clean and the mafia right on the curb
[?] make a mothaf+ckin’ cl!ck b+tch got my hand on the glock [?]
from my stash yet cause a playa got respect
when i do a jack f+ck [?] again
b+tch
[verse 2]
my n+gga i grip on my nine
full of that wine, this ain’t no swine
i got a clip, with hollow tip
breakin’ em down, the n+gga want back on the real
swimmin’ in riches, buck ya b+tches down
to the ground, when a n+gga try to step
reelin’ em b+tches
make a scene, like i’m movin’ clean
when i catch a n+gga [?]
yeah [?] i’m your minion
continue til i’m peelin’
n+ggas for life, sacrifice
they gotta pay the price
contribute, a murderer, brains gone
some people say i’m looney and try to shoot me but b+tch you better bring it on
it’s time for your death
you die when you step, i’m aimin’ and changin’ yo world
[?] i live in reality when at the bottom
you b+tch you can go f+ck yo [?]
stand on the curb, robbers took a [?]
runnin’ from the feds [?] for the mothaf+ckin’ dope
n+gga no pain [?] the handle might take out yo brain
n+ggas that step they go straight up in flames
hollow tips straight up [?] up yo brain
blood stang
[verse 3]
if i peel yo f+ckin’ cap and you ain’t dead you better thank your gift
step up to yo partner why you lookin’ n+gga break yourself
do not take yo time i might have to take yo life
to the temple of a murder, simple title, do my f+ckin’ dirt
it’s twelve o’ clock on the streets, 211
if a n+gga think he quicker than a trigger let him take a leap
i’m aimin’ bullets to the fullest when i pull it
you will witness all my n+ggas stayin’ down bout they f+ckin’ business
i’m sorry officer, that i gotta buck you, f+ck you
n+ggas shootin’ them thangs imma bang too
see it’s a murderer buckin’ these b+tches i’m hurtin’ her
[?] i will shoot the glock, pop pop
n+gga, it’s tough on the streets and i hop [?]
[?] so i creep when you sleep and go muggin’ you hoes
i see you walkin’ with yo posse you can’t stop me
and you gon take a bath when my nine milli go pow pow
you dyin’ quickly
from steppin’ up to a weapon [?] protected
so suckas them bustas better learn they lessons
livin’ in insanity, demons, they demandin’ me
to k!ll and peel and drill, n+gga
this sh+t unreal
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