Slipped Into A Coma Point Blank (Ft. 2 Def, Alcatrazz, Black, Dope-E, Grimm, K.B. Da Kidnappa, Killa Hoe, Klondike Kat, Komodo DBX, K-Rino, Lil Flea, Mr. Cap, Pharoah, PSK-13 & Triple XXX)
[Intro: Point Blank]
Hahahaha, ay, this the last song on my album (Ay, it's killa man)
Haha, y'all know what's up, this that S.P.C. time (Yeah)
But we gon' do it a little different this year
I got Street Military in the house
(Nobody in the world can punk us)
My boy [?], PKO, Bizarre, ay
Ay, yo', man, I'm just gon' throw the mic up
(The unstoppable, the unstoppable)
But whoever get it, uh, just handle y'all business
[Verse 1: PSK-13]
Aw, shit
Point Blank threw the mic up, somehow, it landed in my fist
6-1-2-20, bitch, underhanded, plus I'm pissed
Ain't nothin' change but the clips
And some old chumps just got bumped off
Gave that axe some rest, just sawed the barrel of my pump off
Time to flex again, it's gettin' close to the end
Damn, I'm vexed again
More ignorant than a Mexican
Hold up a second, I got my second win
Slappin' that university, 1-3 done got his diploma
4 years of hard knocks, walkin' blocks, leavin' niggas in comas
Jack the nigga for some cheese
Then took the money from out behind
Straight soakin' weed, plus dead bodies uppin' formaldehyde
So I'm Mr. Sandman, please bring me a coffin
Better yet, bring 2 or 3, 'cause I be bumpin' niggas off often
Then you'll ask yourself why PSK-13 ain't never seen
Got away clean from the murder scene, just me and my Glock-17
I travel solo, me and my Timberlands with the steel toe
I swing that axe, then flow, ho's trippin' off these no doughs
Hahahaha, ay, this the last song on my album (Ay, it's killa man)
Haha, y'all know what's up, this that S.P.C. time (Yeah)
But we gon' do it a little different this year
I got Street Military in the house
(Nobody in the world can punk us)
My boy [?], PKO, Bizarre, ay
Ay, yo', man, I'm just gon' throw the mic up
(The unstoppable, the unstoppable)
But whoever get it, uh, just handle y'all business
[Verse 1: PSK-13]
Aw, shit
Point Blank threw the mic up, somehow, it landed in my fist
6-1-2-20, bitch, underhanded, plus I'm pissed
Ain't nothin' change but the clips
And some old chumps just got bumped off
Gave that axe some rest, just sawed the barrel of my pump off
Time to flex again, it's gettin' close to the end
Damn, I'm vexed again
More ignorant than a Mexican
Hold up a second, I got my second win
Slappin' that university, 1-3 done got his diploma
4 years of hard knocks, walkin' blocks, leavin' niggas in comas
Jack the nigga for some cheese
Then took the money from out behind
Straight soakin' weed, plus dead bodies uppin' formaldehyde
So I'm Mr. Sandman, please bring me a coffin
Better yet, bring 2 or 3, 'cause I be bumpin' niggas off often
Then you'll ask yourself why PSK-13 ain't never seen
Got away clean from the murder scene, just me and my Glock-17
I travel solo, me and my Timberlands with the steel toe
I swing that axe, then flow, ho's trippin' off these no doughs
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