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If you're talking the hardest
Giggs better pop up in your thoughts as an artist
Taunting the market
Everybody wants to know where walk in the park is
Walk in the party, sporting Armani
Half of the crowd's all snorting my Charlie
Sorted the bar time to sort the punani
Chicks looking at me like talk to me darling
Hollering at man
Winking, smiling, and want to attack man
I think these lighties loving my black gang
Everyone's suit same colour as Batman's
Flipping like a quarter a brick
Bagged 28 with the thought of a jib
Anybody thinks they can talk to my clique
Will end up covered in red like a portion of chips
Pour me a drink
Big fur jacket that's the thoughts of a pimp
I used to be quiet, did that sort anything?
So I had to run riot when I bought me a ting
Walk with my ting, peddling morphine
Dem times dere I was licking out more green
Skip couple years, '07 the story
Now I'm Hollowman in some heavy Dior jeans
Bitch niggas looking for glory
Wanna beat me so they can tell you a story
It'll get bloody and it'll get gory
Clapped in the neck like Amanda and saw three
Yeah I got my suttin' there pon me
So much straps I'll have a weaponry orgy
Feds try and nick me for a murder
But it could've been the man that had the weapon before me
E, white, green, I be peddling all three
Dropped P a box it was just under 4G
I told him weigh the 10's at 2 grams
And weigh the 8's about 4G
Badman's on the block
Spender, Young Giggs, Mantis and Rocks
TB, Tiny, Carlton and Jim Jones
Holding it down while they handle the clock
Pussyo's got my mandem on lock
Straps we handle a lot
Clapped your mandem and what?
Me and you are cool but you can stand there and watch
My PYG's will put their hands on your watch
Be easy I'll put your mans in a box
Young 'Lac, TB, JJ and Shocks
I treat my little niggas like fam not a boss
All my mandem are hot
But your mandem are washed
Beat couple shots and you ran to the cops
Big .45 they couldn't handle the shock
I talk about the handgun a lot
But that one Hollowman handles a lot
All the black gang fam I handled the lot
Me and Foss bagging up grams at the spot
Shots in my grind yeah jumped in the vehicle
All gassed up now I'mma slang me a rock
Hollowman handles his job
Feds on the ground, helicopters on top
Beautiful women wanna dock to my cot
A beautiful woman wouldn't stop getting copped
Ah shit
You know what I'm saying you niggas
Know what Hollowman's about now yeah?
Cah now...