Killpoint

[Intro]

Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that

Yo Fame salute, slap it up

Danze

Firing Squad, Brooklyn what up

Look, come on man

Yeah, look, look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

P89 and this thing plated (with the beam on it)

Big shit, carry the stick like I'm King David

Don Gorgon and I mean braided

Big mon ting and we bring hatred

This a declaration of war (Yeah)

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 (At all!)

I got shooters that blow rockets (pa-pa-pa-pa)

Cherry head, how you a booster with no pockets? (With no pockets)

If you ain't ripping it, don't cock it

I ain't gon' call up the dogs and I won't stop it (I won't stop it!)

We not clickin' and y'all different (Yeah)

Maybe you be more of a man if you stop bitchin' (Stop bitchin')

I be sprayin' out of two TEC's

I ain't playin' with a full deck

Stupid!

[Chorus]

"Dope hits in the mix"

"Dope hits in the mix"

"Dope hits in the mix"

"Dope hits in the mix"

[Verse 2: Lil Fame]

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 in the audio form

Motherfucker!

[Chorus]

"Dope hits in the mix"

"Dope hits in the mix"

"Dope hits in the mix"

"Dope hits in the mix"

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]

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? (Who?)

The hottest chick in your dreams wink at you

You follow her to the crib, somebody holler peek-a-boo (boo)

I see you now then I see you down 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 outfits

The more niggas you bring with you, the longer the clip

Bang!