Point Blank

Point Blank

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    I hate the whole fucking world so the world better hate me
    I bust in your house and kill your whole fucking family
    I get so much pussy I think fucking is boring
    Took 10 mothafuckas to the grave up north
    They couldn't handle me enough so what you gonna do with me?
    Lock me up? Punk, I broke out of two penitentiaries
    Join the gang, ain't no thang, I love competition
    Shot my brotha in the head cause my hand was itching
    Never liked my stepdad cause he was too phony
    Stuck his arm up his ass cause he tried to swing on me
    I killed 2 of my teachers cause they called me a dummy
    Yo, ask me why I don't smile cause I don't think shit funny
    I don't joke, bitch, nor do I clown
    You can tell I was from Houston from the bodies I left around
    Now you can take that shit to the bank
    And tell all the fucking people that's why they call me Point Blank

    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank

    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank

    When I go off people say they never saw shit
    And close their ears cause I only kick the raw shit
    You said you was hard so I started to busting the rough shit
    Now you wanna cry, you must not be from South Park, bitch
    A lot of niggas wanna rush Blank on a bum tip
    But that's a dumb tip
    See, I only been threaten by one man in my life
    And I promised never to look in the mirror with a butcher-knife
    Shock cause my lyrics are browsing
    Suckers I battled last year still standing with their mouths open
    Hoping they could come a plea but not from me
    Cause I'm solid as a bar that's slamming T.D.C
    A lot of niggas say they are harder than concrete but still get bin
    Bitch, I punch holes in cement
    I can't belive you played yourself
    Trying to get a rid of me, you know you out-rated yourself
    You better go to sleep and forget the past
    Cause I'ma fuck around and wreck your ass
    Bitch

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    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank

    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank

    Point Blank, the hardest mothafucka around
    A lot of niggas tried to cross my waters but got drowned
    See, I think compared to me
    Other artists and new mothafuckas' scared to get with me
    But I met a couple, their nuts was swollen
    And they still try to get my shoes out their assholes
    Never would Blank get rolled on
    I got suckers on life-support still trying to hold on
    I tried to give them a break, let them stay awake
    But now I see I made a mistake
    Cause the pussy mothafuckas' claiming they bad and shit
    Now they sleep forever in a casket
    Never underestimate the mind of a psycho
    Harder than a mothafucka, people say I might go...crazy
    But I'm not, I'm slicker than a fox
    Stomach made of steel, drink piss on the rocks
    On the level I'm straight, crowds I motivate
    Penetrate bitches with my trusty old .38
    So don't ever try to step to me wrong
    Cause when my blood rush I cut more people than King Kong
    Police on my ass cause I terrorize the city
    Doctors love me for keeping the hospitals busy
    Social security is a punch of bull
    I get a check every month for keeping graveyards full
    So if you ever need a nigga that's insane
    Look me up, Point Blank's my mothafucking name

    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    (What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)
    Point mothafucking Blank!

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