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Point Blank After I Die

months I'm in seclusion and my heads filled with confusion Got a feelin that I'm losin so I've come to this conclusion I gotta gets the fuck out I can

I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through

operation 140 earthquake would bring glory Noreaga, but for short just call me Ore, catagory, point-blank end of the story [Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus [Capone] I never sweat these, I

bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I

little money with me I don't wear tight shirts My pants kinda baggy KC hat tilted so now they wanna red flag me I buy the bar every time Point blank

mutha fukin realist niggas [Lil Jon:] I wish a mutha fucker would say something Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped Nigga I feel like startin some shit, and I

after question being asked I don't know how long my patience's gona last I am who I am so let me be who I be I just want to spit man I don't need this

I thought I tried to move a foot, I just remained where I stood, And in the distance I heard aloud the shrill of blank deathly sound I tried, I tried, I

can't roll I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold em I remember the blunt and I remember what told em I