Vinnie Paz, M.O.P. - Killpoint lyrics

Yeah, Pap Pistol Pazzie and all that
Yo Fame salute, slap it up danz
Firing Squad, Brooklyn what up
Look, come on man yeah, look, look

P89 and it's been graded
(with the beam on it)
Big shit, carried a stick like I'm King David
Don Gorgon and I mean braided
Big mon ting we bring hatred
This a declaration of war
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
I got shooters to blow rockets
Cherryhead, how you a boost with no pockets?
If you ain't ripping then don't cock it
I ain't gon' call up the dogs
And I won't stop it
We not clickin' and y'all different
Maybe you be more of a
Man if you stop bitchin'
I be sprayin' out of two TECs
I ain't playin' with a full deck stupid!

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 into audio form motherfucker!

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?
The hottest chick in your dreams wink at you
You follow her to the crib
Somebody holler peekaboo (boo)
I see you now then I see
You now 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 outfit's
The more niggas you bring with you
The longer the clip bang!