I was making this shit [Chorus:] Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at? Hell, yeah, I bust my ass
Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back Uh, ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar Point blank
money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your
beefin street blogger lames So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my ass when I was born, my
girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your
in my pocket Ready on my block Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit And now they see that mothafucka beat pain At point blank range cause he slept
yo punk ass in the trunk fast The fuck y'all thought? I buried niggaz in walls I'ma trill muthafucka after all Point blank shootin' niggaz, point blank
Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to Step your punk ass
victim to some hater ass shit Out the mouths of phony thugs Weak bitches with empty clips Im on the corner slapping bitches for the shit they say Bitchslap your mother fucking ass
America Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass Word, but who the fuck is heard? It's time to take a trip to the suburbs Let 'em see a nigga invasion Point blank
pistol in my pocket, ready on my glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain At point blank range 'cause he
up And know for sure I'm 'bout to throw the East side up And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin' at, point blank
'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats to burn the lead tips Point blank range, I take aim, blow your
side of the club, takin' a pissin' No mask on face, I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin
Uhh, picture that but then it dawned on me black Honey set them traps that's why Tyson was where he was at They want you for your name and fame, quick
it worth your wild Now your friend looks great and I really wanna fuck her But I can't be your side dude, can't be your lover Caught on my old school
pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain at point blank range cause he
