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