Anybody Killa - Hollowpoint Lyrics

Lyrics Directory >> A >> Anybody Killa Singer Lyrics >> Hollowpoint Song Lyrics

Artist:	Anybody Killa
Song Title:	Hollowpoint
Visits:	643

Print Version

(Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs evil, which is which you decide. Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end. And that special magical little item, is that of which we call the hollow tipped bullet)

Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa

Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!)

Mood changes, time to rearrange

So love a dinosaur that you can't tame

I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game

Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim

Fuck a balla, I represent the 313

With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury

This how it is and I ain't changing for shit

Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip

I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be

Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it underground

And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop

Keep away from juggahos till I load up my glock

Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems

And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them

(Chorus)

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use

Play games with this killa and your destined to lose

Mental stress, keeping me alive

Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night

Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches

Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches

I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict

Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick

You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game ain't changed

Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same

As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude

Running through the streets, acting rude

So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus

And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!)

Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree

Let these hollow points change ya mind!

(Chorus)

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

I feel the urge to murder, theres no need to cure me

Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury

Is it true that the people who you hang with, rub off?

Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off?

Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up

And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up

The types of shit most people call unreal

But its the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill

Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train

With the empty fucking wallet so there's so much to gain

If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real with you?

Turn my back and let my hollow points drill into you

What type of person do you think that I am?

Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?)

Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you

Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to

(Chorus)

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

Hollowpoint Lyrics at Lyricstrue

E-Mail, IM, Text :
Websites & Blogs :
Forums :


Other Anybody Killa song Lyrics
2 Whom This May Concern "Do I really wanna see so clear even though I know bad things might appear Tell me that it's not a waste of time To ride around and stare up here to try and clear my mind..."	Bombs On You "I will always keep my shit, underneath the surface Because the way i flow, the mainstream don't deserve this I'm set out to break backs on tracks, and scratch on all records that you spit on wax..."
Charlie Brown (featuring Violent J) "Charlie Brown please don't come around because you're weed is dodo brown and it smells like the ground. Your still my homie, but with that weed you don't know me.When i inhale this, the stalness creeps up on me. Charlie. I love weed, specialy when it gets me gasping, coughing up a lounge from that pasion. Grasping on the life with every hit that i take. When i'm high is the only time i feel awake. Roll it up.Bags on resurve is what i desurve.No joke i gots to smoke it calms my nurves, and if charlie was around i garente a tradgedy, from his dirt, brown weed makes heads start to hurt.Call me a high on red eyed zombi, smelling like old kanta twist a pinetree, and fuck smokey my names big inhale, and i'm known to take it down to the tail, you know what i mean. Rezy res build up on my fingernail. Clam bake inside the soundproof lotus pod cell. lettin out when i'm blessed again, so pass it back and let me get another hit big smoker. Charlie charlie you're weed is so sorry, you must have thrown it in a dusty sufery.I just can't smoke that no more, eventhough i'm broke and i'm poor.I smell that shit in your bag i choke and run for the door. dont hurt chi charlie and homie you still my boy, just keep that blunt at your spot, and homie you still my boy.The stress i can't never handle i need to be high so stay the fuck off my block, and don't come back on my side. Charlie Charlie you just ain't fresh anymore, be cause i like to be lifted.Your shit ground me to the floor.Don't make me deck you, charlie don't come round here with that, don't nobody wan't to hit that you bustas need to quit that. Charlie Charlie ..."	Children Of The Wasteland "help me! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried six feet deep..."
Close Call "Right place, right time, close call what does it matter? Clean get away keeping my dirty pockets fatter Smooth operation plans well thought out Hands in the air is what I'm talking about..."	Come Out To Play "Where you at motherfucker? Heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lips In other words you'll be a dead little punk ass bitch..."
Come Out and Play "f/ Jamie Madrox Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip..."	Down Here (featuring Violent J) "How ya doin'? It's me again! Underneath the concrete Sewage of the underworld, where the fuckin' dead sleep Creepin' and crawlin' with the stench of a rat..."