carpenter And your face I'll never see no more Your face I'll never see no more Your face Your face Your face Your face... With a sad and lonely comfort Of the hollow
come through your pores Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze Mix, fidget, 'fore I rip it in four's Look at my face, you can tell that I'm slick
of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz I know the club got enough niggaz To slap your face
seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys Please, no remorse for your two face Inside a symbol, my life
, uh, uh, uh, uh BK muthafucka It's a shame but a lot been change since we came up I used to run with them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows
money off of verses when I spit 'em on tracks And if I ain't sellin' no records, I'm servin' them packs I got a clip full of hollows, money makin's my
understandin' How 7 people got in that fuckin' Volkswagen Enough of that God yo back to the chase Yo, man you should have seen the ruckus look on my face
the image of a man Who commands a high opinion But he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin And beside him flanking closely Are the boisterous hollow
tends to do if you stare at it too long then you blink and its gone and we crawl to our sleep with the dawn i awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly
't it the same mistake? And isn't it the same mistake? There's not much you can escape And isn't it the same? We awake in the light Feeling hollow and
the hill Beaten broken and coughin' and chokin' on the rhyme Like a hooker, suckin' a dick for the first time His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
s over Never hesitated to the fray take suckers out Roll 'em up smoke 'em and take those fuckers out I don't follow I got the hollow point shell With
all I do Is DPG with the rest of my crew We through with Milliken, Milli Vanilli Silly niggas who be rappin' but they really be actin' I'm smackin' niggas in they face
's why the coroner came You never know, when the tec'll blow Wet you and catch you off guard Niggaz know that I crept slow And never fold bitch, hollows
his badge And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right By his waist, the wrong move will get a gun right in my face And they fightin
through a tube and play rubix cube 17 years later I'm as rude as Jude Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game and every face
*car speeds off* Verse One: WC *police sirens throughout song* Last man standin', I'm shot But I can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out