paroles de chanson The Point of No Return - King Troopa

Beat so fast... The rhythm so fast
Yeah... Ughhh
Huh... Yeah

Welcome to the "Point of No Return" where murders and gangstas meet
And where I'm from, niggas'll lay you six feet deep
And when you lay down, nigga you sleep with one eye open
Witcha head cracked, spine busted, and rib cage broken
In the 870, they call me K-I-N-G
T-R-Double O-P hustle in the P-O-U-N-D
Where they bang they B's and C's and G's and Treyz
Chilling with A-N-T-D-O-G blowing haze

Cali-made, Texas raised where the games don't get played
Mesa Verde representer til I'm deep in my grave
I'm posted up with Rob Thugga and he toting a gauge
I got the Mac and King Troopa rolling with the AK
Time to run up in they crib and lay, bodies down
Wife and kids included no one to witness the crime
Slaughterhouse, no not Royce Da 5'9"
Real G's that'll run up on ya Royce with five nines

As we creeping with nines, we taking yo grind
Rob you for your shine while looking out for five-oh at the same time
In my mind, evil thoughts lurkin' let's run up behind
You take the left I take the right and let the bullets surround
Gun busting my hobby in yo lobby letting that thing sing
Ripping through bodies with my shotty look what my team bring
A fully loaded pistol that whistles making the scene scream
Extended clips and silencers two AR-15s
With an infrared beam to help me to aim for shots to exchange
That's coming right straight for your brain to help us remain
On top of the game until it go bang
Up in my range doing our thang stacking paper to help us maintain

Wait, wait, wait, wait I just wanna make sure y'all heard what he said
He said stacking paper to maintain, now that's insane
Coming straight for your brain
Nothing but dome shots baby, check me

I kick the door in, swang the choppa and hit a nigga plexin
No connection I wave it one time it'll spray in every direction
Smith and Wesson with no discretion wrecking leavin' bloody messes
Testing Tripl3 Thr3at you destined to end up meeting with the weapon
Or I might come through yo ceiling while hanging upside down
With the Nightvision Sniper Rifle, quiet no sound
Red dots on his head, equals corpse on the ground
Now there's white t-shirts with his pictures around the town
I'm a hit you from a block away, then let them choppas spray
Something like Dr. Dre that's how Tripl3 Thr3at operate
If a nigga catch an attitude I'm a Ice em Eazy for Renegadin'
I'm Mesa Verde, green and yellow believe me

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna mess with me
Got the police bussing at me
But they can't do nothing to a G

Troop gone spark and grill ya, a blood hound for scrilla
Only took a couple of hot bullets just to kill ya
Ant Dog's a nigga that'll leave ya body in the river
Bullet holes delivered to ya head, neck, chest, and liver
Make em quiver, make a grown man muffle
Chop his body parts and mix it like a jigsaw puzzle
I'm tryna see though, better holler at'cha P.O.
Y'all niggas shoot ya guns worser than Shaq shooting a freethrow
I got that Reggie Miller deadly from a distance
For instance I can dot ya ceiling from any position
On a mission for vengeance got these niggas hopin' and wishin
That I don't kill em ya life is ending and ya death is beginning
We winning we causing chaos and if you tryna sue me
I'm robbin', same mask from the Michael Myers movie
If a nigga don't have my money causing procrastination
I'm a bust my guns no matter where even the police station
(Evil laugh)