My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home
I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents
I caught him with a blow to the chest
My hollow put a hole in his vest
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber
You see I'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's ass
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great
(Oh no!)
And the survey says?
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
I just bought some new guns my Mama said, "It ain't worth it"
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
And it'll hurt if I swallow but even more if I choke
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
I caught him with a blow to the chest
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
(Oh no!)
Delete your first steps but I'll save the last dance
Cry babies go home
Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
Cry babies go home
I caught him with a blow to the chest
I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
Cry babies go home
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
You see I crush cowards, funerals, I'll send flowers
(Kill a muthafucka now)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
I caught him with a blow to the chest
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and stickin' 'em
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect
You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
(Oh no!)
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
Could it be off with his head?
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
Who want come face me, face come want who?
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
I caught him with a blow to the chest
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Or shoot a muthafucka down)
Cry babies go home
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
Cry babies go home
Y'all not playin' with full decks
Cry babies go home
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
(Oh no!)
My cars got big TVs and satellites
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations
I caught him with a blow to the chest
Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em
I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Cry babies go home
I smell puss from fifty yards
(Oh no!)
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
(Oh no!)
A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home
I caught him with a blow to the chest
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime
As if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards
(Oh no!)
