(feat. South Park Clique)



(If you don't like the way I rap 

Talk shit)

	

(If you don't like the way I rap

Talk shit

Nigga)

	

(If you don't like the way I rap

Talk shit

Nigga, fuck you)



[VERSE 1]

Boom, this topic is catastrophic, targets are gunable

K-Rino's torture mile is unrunable

Time for death, nothing material is worth this wealth

The earth itself with soon rebirth itself

Can it be? K is a seed, nature's planted me

Fantasy, its power is the brain Allah granted me

Masterpiece, Original Point-Blank gets mastered

O.P.B. stands for 'overrated punk-ass bastards'

So they run, they know them have to run

They never stand a chance against the dangerous one

I'll beat them down to dirt, either with bullets or my hand

Cause either way I chose, them hoes could never withstand

So I just pull out the black book, and you'll see the fall of em

A million ways to die, they'll get all of em

Okay, we know, you know you're winnin

They talked that shit for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute

Hoes: door number one has a gun

Door number two has your crew gettin hung

Door number three has the S.P.C. clique 

In a room makin your sister suck everybody's dick

So fuck you!



[VERSE 2]

That's it, I'm sick of these devil tricks

You call me a nigger, you get your muthafuckin skull slit

Devils runnin away, but they get caught, we won't let it pass

I'll catch ya, if it takes me goin to the grave and stabbin yo ass

First, I'll take your wrist, and cut it

Your blood, blood, blood, I love it, love it, love it

Tricknowlodgy steady tryin to war with me, slaughter me

Drainin with my hands, I'll skeed blood from your artery

The game gets hot, I set your ass afire

When you step to the 10-year-vet musical scientist, never will I retire

Gainin respect, one way or another

Sayin lyrics, layin tracks I'm comin up and bringin brothers

Music is what I do, music is what I love

All praise is due to Allah above

A message to you suckers, ain't doin nothin for the cause

And when revolution comes, your ass gets scared, and you pause

I handle my business, S.P.C. ain't no sloppy click

The law searched my car and found a kilo of floppy disks

Cause sellin dope is a risk, so I rap pro-black 

And I act how I wanna muthafuckin act

Fuck you

Bitch



[VERSE 3]

A lotta niggas wanna know my identity 

Well, my identity is Point-Blank, bitch, so don't fuck with me

I hope you didn't get confused

When those punk-ass other niggas tried to step in my shoes

Who knocked them hoes out the box last year?

In '91 I 'sposed to die, well, how the fuck I'm still standin here?

I don't know what you heard, but I never left

And never got my clique, cause I took care of my damn self

I wish them hoes tried to rush me

And I'ma kill the youngest member in they muthafuckin family

I get respect everywhere I go

I even took a picture killin myself, but they don't hear me though

I'm in a world of my own 

Still stick my head under guillotines, and bad dreams on prone

So you better hold your ground up

Cause when I frown up, bitch, I will fuck your town up

You N.W.A/Ice Cube-wanna-be's 

Fuck that reel to reel talk, and come get you some of these

Oh, don't tell me, are you scared of the S.P.C.?

Or is it the fact that they kill and die for me?

Fuck you 

Bitch

With your broke-ass record label



[VERSE 4: Ganksta NIP]

Yo, chill, Point-Blank, he didn't mean what he said

O.P., don't chop his leg, Deuce-Twice, don't chop his head

Lil' Fry, don't cut his throats, Lye, don't feed him to the goats

I just heard some thunder, use his skin for a raincoat

DBX, don't cut his heart, I.Q., stop makin faces

You'll get your turn, use his flesh for the horse races

AC-Chill, stop burnin down his house 

K-Rino, stop burnin down your spouse

Tec-9, don't stab his girl, Brain-Dead, don't slice her ear

Triple X, stop visualizin cups for blood-thirsty Ill Bill

X Man E, don't follow his sister 

She's only 4, don't you think that her parents will miss her?

Jay, don't bust his lip, throw him through the doors

Take down the dynamite attached to his open pores

Niggas, watch yoself when the S.P.C. creepin

Klondike Ken, scratch his eyeballs out while he sleepin

Lizac, don't squeeze his face with the pliers

PSK, you and 38, won't y'all stop makin hair fires

Ganksta NIP is hard as a tank 

Click-click-boom-boom at bitch-ass Original Point-Blank

Bitch



Yo, you know I know who the real one

Bitch-ass, trick-ass nigga, it's your boy NIP

Straight up, nigga

Whenever your bitch-ass crew, nigga

Whoever, whenever, wherever's clever

Bitch

Fuck you



Bitch-ass Point-Blank

That fake-ass Point-Blank

When we see you, your ship's gonna sink



In any weather



Bitch