[Intro: DJ Screw, Point Blank]
[Verse 1: Point Blank]
PSK scooped me up, now it's time to roll
Creepin' through South Park on the beama patrol
I got the bread and a G, just lost my beeper at the flea
Damn I guess none of my hoes won't be pagin' me
But it's friday and I'm tight tryin' to kick it with the thugs
(Blank, let's paint the town red) Man they be hatin' me at the club
But I'ma roll with the click
'Cause they might get in the mix
Another night another fight
Especially hangin' 'round the sight
But it's all good 'cause I'm down for whatever and I mean it
To the one's that don't know it asks the one's that done seen it
You'll respеct me I'ma respect you
That's that, ain't nothin nеw
Black and red's the set I claim I even got homies that's down wit blue
So watch yourself in that zone
When it's time to get it on
The blanksta in the house creep up on a come-up (Gotta make that
Money man) like Bone
You wanna get blow
Don't be scared to scream (holla at me boy)
'Cuz everybody in the parkin lot be askin' me
[Chorus: Point Blank]
I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, please
Just chill and hit the leaf, young Gs
We just blowin' big killer with the killers (Oh yeah)
Blowin' big killer with the killers
I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, please
Just chill and hit the leaf, young Gs
We just blowin' big killer with the killers (Oh yeah)
Blowin' big killer with the killers
[Verse 2: Point Blank]
After the club, what's the haps?
Stop 'n' go to rob the-
Hoochies jammed in the car
I even had two 'em on my lap
Blowin' big, takin' swigs
Sippin' syrup, pumpin' keys (Oh shit)
I just hope I don't go to jail, 'cause I'm tryna stack a meal
Lights out, it's quiet now
Somebody yell, "Switch"
I heard a glass hit the floor
And out screamed a "Trick" (Ouch)
.38 just couldn't wait
They would've locked his ass back up (Why you say that blank?)
Ya should've seen how he had that girl backed up against the bed
Head bangin' on the wall
I'm fried out, jammin' my screwed tape
Tellin' myself "Time to stack paper y'all"
Everybody ready and gettin' paid, and well-respected
Only the real can chill with blunt
3 in the morning done broke the bank
[Chorus: Point Blank]
I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, please
Just chill and hit the leaf, young Gs
We just blowin' big killer with the killers (Oh yeah)
Blowin' big killer with the killers
I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, please
Just chill and hit the leaf, young Gs
We just blowin' big killer with the killers (Blowin' big killers)
Blowin' big killer with the killers
[Verse 3: PSK-13]
Just in case you ain't know
That late-night height, I'm a pro
Now everybody getcha clothes
It's time to hit the door
And before I go out wanna send a shout-out to my baby freaks
I'm DJin' off the tour next week
And I promise we gon' hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. tip
Roll and gettin' fried out
Jammin' that, slipped into a coma
Everybody crunk now, oh yeah
Especially since I got sounds in the trunk
Now bumpin', everybody jumpin', blowed
I won't stop, had to cop a squat, 'cause it show (Uh, uh)
Busta's hatin' the click, when we roll in
Knowin' damn well if it go down, booyah; there they go again
Drama, strictly drama
Fool we sippin' on syrup still slowly, and straight blowin' up the scene (Blowin' up your scene, killer)
Iced out PSK-13, straight rollin' sticky green
Let's ride, I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, uh, uh (I wanna get tired)
[Chorus: Point Blank]
I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, please
Just chill and hit the leaf, young Gs
We just blowin' big killer with the killers (Blowin' big killers with the killers)
Blowin' big killer with the killers
I wanna get tired with the Blanksta, please
Just chill and hit the leaf, young Gs
We just blowin' big killer with the killers (Blowin' big killers)
Blowin' big killer with the killers
Uh, I wanna get tired
[Outro]
Know what I'm sayin'? On the real, the blanks are blanks man
Down south blowin' big killer, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Know all my G's and my players, out there in the streets ballin'
Know what I'm sayin'? Sippin' syrup
[?] stayin' on the hustle, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
They're all fillers, man, know what I'm sayin'?
Down South, Screwed Up Click, WK, 9-6
Gotta feel us, know what I'm talkin' about?
