Mr. Serv-On, Kane, Abel, Fiend, Big Ed, Mia X - 5 Hollow Points lyrics

Momma mia got 5 motherfuckin reasons
Why you niggas shouldn't step 2 no limit
CCick, clat, duck

Big Ed be puttin down like that
I'm on the attack
Hit your block with the tech &
Flip you like an acrobat
Relax and get done in
No limit got you suckas runnin
Hustlin, tank rollin, feather weight lifting
King of the hill like the pistons
Listen and get hypnotized
Then they'll realize your mobbs tried
To hustle with ride surprise
As I analyze fictional rap chart
Niggas sellin the flea market
As I swell up like Dolly Pardon
Flow like Niagara, floss like dental
Niggas don't get caught up
In my detrimentral mental
Alias assassin im blastin ask alot
While tough niggas talk from
Richmond to Ottawa
Lyrical combat but we can jump
Into realm of bookoo guns
No Limit should be a steel mill
Catacombs when I rush
Explode when my vocals hit the west
KL be droppin the bomb tracks
Like terrorists and anvils

? Capital F-I as I live like Incredible Hulk
I love my money in bulks
See im used to the abuse of
Marijuana, smokin coke tryin to
Reach my quota revoking mc's nice as he's
Cause im twice as nice as he's
Its your fears im splittin back they lids
Or the wigs that I live
Die instanly, searchin comin after me
Haven't learned nothin in the galaxy
As bad as me
Fatalities, all yall gone be casualities
A formality
Droppin dead weight rappers like calories
So casually speakin like? we beaten
But not preaching
The lyrical reaching gone leave
You skiing illegally and I gets my swerve on
With Mr serv On gettin a helluva spursion
With KL's and Burbons
Definetly get my verse on
Got it changed by a Glock
Words that bracing you knot
My shit stay banging like Little Rock

My hustling is sick
Kane & Abel cake makes flips
252 grams be catching? out each quarter brick
My deliveries obscenity
So niggas these fightin words
Watch Mr bill collector Hannibal
Lector smoke the herb 2 times 187 equals 374
What the mean im gone leave you and that
Buster you with stankin on the floor
Hope you got your life insurance
This deadly metomorphosis hollow tips?
Bringing horror flicks to tricks
Raw flicks couldn't see me
If you were lookin at my
Picture at the post office
1, 2, 3 bitch im G, thats in gangstafied
Dr jekyll and Mr hyde got no friends
P keep the world homely and homicide
My style can't stop it
Got a gat lets drop it
Nice, strictly ice im precise
Like fuckin fiber optics
Hennessy got me tested
Cut that mask like Wayne Gretsky
Soldiers man desert eagle in my hand
Keep em'? like Dissy Gillepsie
Top cops couldn't arrest me
Niggas who the best be
This no limit soldiers runnin on the tank
Nigga got no time to think
Bustin on you niggas yall stink
I got my shank
The Puerto Rican leave them tweekin
Missles heat seaking
Niggas that couldn't stop me
Got your amplifier peakin

Niggas is fake
I piss on you face at your wake
(fucking bastard)
Spary paint this shit ain't
Over on your casket
Preacher man steady sayin thou shall not kill
I wonder if he was there when they
Killed my nigga Clarence at the hotel
In the city of fiends, young niggas die often
Get your hustle in hell
I left an ounce in your coffin
Young niggas gettin touched with AK's
Early in the moring
Catch a glimpse of the devil when
He dance in New Orleans
Hollow shots make a nigga check
In before his curfew
Disrespect me ill hurt you
Pass the blunts in a circle

Dolly dolly dip
Wich one of you niggas want this
Last and final hollow tip (none)
For real from mr bitch killer
Money maker hoe stacker
Stackin more green than the Packers
Nigga jack a Regal rider
Have you bubblin on your
Saliva like Hannibal Lector
Step up in the sector uPT ain't the drives
Hit you between your eyes
Crack your bitch thighs mr cap peller
Smile into the eyes of your candy dealer
Big wheeler
Stackin more diamonds that the steelers
Bringing more noise that the Cowboys
Can chop in it like Dennis the born Menace
Don't say a fuckin thang until im finished
And even then respect my blessing
I'll make Allen Iverson adress me
As the real question
And niggas know me when I come through
So if im not screaming TRU
(T-R-U) nigga im ready to bang at you and you
So fell this hollow tip and get what you get
Mr gangsta shit mr b-a-v-g-a-t-e
Mr s-e-r uh v for all you bitch niggas
You understand niggas you ready
To feel this trigger
So step up and feel this lesson from
The last and final hollow tip
Thats what you get, some gangsta shit

I tried to told yall ain't want heard me
So anybody out there think that they ready
Lyrically or Physically i have one question
Can we please, get into some gangsta shit
This is mama mia the biggest
Signing off with my tank dawgs