Killpoint

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that Yo Fame salute, slap it up Danze Firing Squad, Brooklyn what up Look, come on man Yeah, look, look [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] P89 and this thing plated (with the beam on it) Big shit, carry the stick like I'm King David Don Gorgon and I mean braided Big mon ting and we bring hatred This a declaration of war (Yeah) You swimming with sharks, you ain't gon' make it to shore (No!) If you crazy, pa, put the whole eighth in the straw I ain't tryna hear no fuckin' conversation at all (At all!) I got shooters that blow rockets (pa-pa-pa-pa) Cherry head, how you a booster with no pockets? (With no pockets) If you ain't ripping it, don't cock it I ain't gon' call up the dogs and I won't stop it (I won't stop it!) We not clickin' and y'all different (Yeah) Maybe you be more of a man if you stop bitchin' (Stop bitchin') I be sprayin' out of two TEC's I ain't playin' with a full deck Stupid! [Chorus] "Dope hits in the mix" "Dope hits in the mix" "Dope hits in the mix" "Dope hits in the mix" [Verse 2: Lil Fame] This the type of shit that make you go nuts Throwin' shots out the passenger side in the hooptie doing donuts The streets burned from the tires Shit we did in our real life, you learned from The Wire Where I'm from we really move it for the price We do it for the love, we don't do it for the likes We do it for the drugs and you do it for the hype You ain't like me, I do it for the shooters with the stripes Word on my street Niggas out here kickin' dirt on my cleats Ten toes down standing on my feet If it ever come to the day I don't eat (Burn! Burn! Burn!) Got to appraise these niggas Question: Who the fuck raised these niggas? Just avoid me, I'm wrong For the record I'm fentanyl recorded in the audio form Motherfucker! [Chorus] "Dope hits in the mix" "Dope hits in the mix" "Dope hits in the mix" "Dope hits in the mix" [Verse 3: Billy Danze] It's that headshot capital rap, you know the deal Brownsville, still got the drill, Bill back My god, think it through If the shooter come out the roof of the Cadillac, who they gon' link it to? (Who?) The hottest chick in your dreams wink at you You follow her to the crib, somebody holler peek-a-boo (boo) I see you now then I see you down on a respirator Half of your brain data left on the ground, hater You sound stupid The truth is, if I lose it, you could leave here toothless (Bang!) Out the bottom roll real quick Slip four from the top, bro (shit!) real quick (shit!) That's 'cause your mouth too slick Watching tutorials don't make you about this shit Warriors, nigga! We don't ever change outfits The more niggas you bring with you, the longer the clip Bang!