Life Rep Or Death

Album cover art for "Life Rep Or Death" by Point Blank

Point Blank - Rap, Hip-Hop

Life Rep Or Death

2 Plays

Duration: 4:33

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[Intro] It-it-it-it-it goes It-it goes It-it-it-it-it goes It-it-it-it-it goes [Verse 1: Point Blank] You say you never met a nigga with a curse on him Not only do I drop verses, I drop hearses on 'em You might as well drop your flags Punk, ain't no givin' in I come from the South Park, bitch, what hood you livin' in? Now it's made hard, play hard, so I hit hard Face ain't scarred, you stupider than the retard You say you wanna test my whiffs, no shit, bitch I put more spliffs in yo head than you get takin' pipe, bitch Niggas like me don't freeze up Beat you so bad, you begged me to kill you But still, I won't ease up Laws had to get me if I stomped ya Scared to punch ya, the last nigga I hit still on the monitor Who's the roughest, who's the toughest? I don't know Long as I'm in the front row, I really don't give a fuck, ho Yo, I'm not the first born, but, I'm the only son Blank, you a bitch! You gotta be one to know one Some think it's a game but don't fuck with me The slightest thought of the mic is just like you're teasin' me The last bitch that did that Got beat across the head to the back, crack Yo, you don't run jack shit Tryna claim the same name I claim Bitch, you must be losin' it I'm sorry Point Blank, I'm beggin' you, please! Fuck that, take one of these, it's a matter of life, rep, or death [Break: Dope E] Plus, I got a rep Plus, I got a rep for takin' no shit, bitch [Verse 2: Point Blank, AC Chill] Yo, I need to talk to you, Chill (What up, Blank?) This nigga gon' let his pride get him killed (Fuck him up!) With a posse full of punk mothafuckas If you know god damn well that ain't him or no brothers When the shit hit the fan, it's stumped Check the terrorist files, dead bodies, ain't no punk You might as well give it up, G You ain't fit to be apart of the South Park cut throat committee I kinda figured you was wack 'Cause weak mothafuckas are always tryna lead the pact Talkin' shit, but why? Yo bitch ass scared to kill And ain't gon' let nothin' die I'm gettin' tired of this shit And I think it's time for yo wig to be split Punk mothafucka, always talkin' trash Wanna crack jokes, but I'ma crack another hole in yo ass Bitch, the next time you disrespect me I'ma give you a South Park discectomy Fuck you up, like a real nigga is supposed to But I won't sell out like the rest of them hoes do You felt like you a serious nigga, but you sold out Shit like that in a pen'll get yo asshole tore out Gangsta Blank, now how that sound? Fuck with me, I'ma make you a bed in the ground Damn fool, you better chill Runnin' yo dick sucker, gon' get you killed, and that's for real It's a hard way to go But carve into the square, I'ma knock you to a triangle, ho [Break] Here's the diss Here's the diss I- [Verse 3] Have you ever let a nigga scratch the center of your brain Disconnect the main line, and replace it With the shells of a gauge Think about what I said Then image buck shots punchin' holes in your head Fool, you can't get with me I'm one of the roughest mothafuckas in the SPC The last bitch that tried, I circumcised his pride And pumped him up with some aldehyde A lot of niggas wanna test my skill Yet still, I stress the fact that crack kills So you need to stop pressin' me 'Cause you gon' get yo self fucked up tryna test me Punk mothafuckas wanna talk back So I slap, 'cause if I punch, his body might crack Like a dope fiend, but I stay clean Only difference, you smoke rock, I smoke codeine Yeah, I realize I got a mind disorder Had a hard time breathin' When they sprinkled me with holy water Last year, bitch said I raped her Now she in protective custody, 'cause it makes her feel safer Damn fool, you better learn Fuckin' with a nigga like me'll get you third degree burns Far as I'm concerned, you'll never get respect But I'll put you in a serious wreck It's a matter of life, rep, or death [Break: Point Blank, K-Rino] My foot'll fit right off in that ass tight, so get yo shit right Fool, you better stay the fuck out my way 'Cause when I see you, I'ma fuck you up [Outro] It-it goes It-it-it goes It-it goes It-it-it goes It-it goes It-it-it goes It-it goes It-it-it goes Man-man to man Man to man Man to man Man to man Man-man-man-man to man Man-man-man-man-man-man to man It-it-it-it-it goes Man-man-man to man It-it-it-it goes It-it-it-it-it-it-it goes

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  • Point Blank