Released on January 1, 1992

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[Intro]

Make them respect you

Make them respect you!

Make them-make them-make them respect you


[Verse 1: Point Blank]

I hate the whole fuckin' world, so the world better hate me

I'll bust into your house and kill your whole fuckin' family

I get so much pussy, I think fuckin' is borin'

Took 10 mothafuckas to the grave for snorin'

They couldn't handle me enough

So what the fuck you gonna do with me?

Lock me up? Punk, I broke out of two penitentiaries

Join a gang, ain't no thang, I love competition

Shot my brother in the head, 'cause my hand was itchin'

Never liked my stepdad 'cause he was too phony

Stuck his arm up his ass, 'cause he tried to swing on me

I killed two of my teachers, 'cause they called me a dummy

Yo, ask me why I don't smile? 'Cause I don't think shit funny!

I don't joke, bitch, nor do I clown

You can tell I was in Houston from the bodies I left around

Now you can take that shit to the bank

And tell all the fuckin' people that's why they call me Point Blank


[Hook]

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!


[Verse 2: Point Blank]

When I go off, people say they never saw shit

And close their ears 'cause I only kick the raw shit

You said you was tough, so I start bustin' the rough shit

Now you wanna cry, you must not be from South Park, bitch

A lot of niggas wanna rush the Blank on the bum tip

But that's the dumb tip

See, I only been threatened by one man in my life

And I promised I'd never to look in the mirror with a butcher knife

Shocked 'cause my lyrics are prosing

Suckers I battled last year still standin' with their mouth open

Hopin' they could cop a plea - but not from me

'Cause I'm solid as a bar that's slammin' T.D.C

A lot of niggas say they harder than concrete, but still get bent

Bitch, I punch holes in cement

I can't believe you played yourself

Tryin' to carry the load, and you know you out weighed yourself

You better go to sleep and forget the past

'Cause I'mma fuck around and wreck your ass, bitch


[Hook]

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank!


[Verse 3: Point Blank]

Point Blank, the hardest mothafucka around

A lot of niggas tried to cross my waters, but got drowned

See, I think compared to many

Other artists and them mothafuckas scared to get with me

But I met a couple, they nuts was swole

And they still tryna take my shoes out they asshole!

Never will the Blank get rolled on

I got suckers on life-support still trying to hold on

I tried to give them a break, let them stay awake

But now I see I made a mistake

'Cause them pussy mothafuckas claimin' they bad and shit...

Now they sleeps forever in a casket!

Never underestimate the mind of a psycho

Hard than a mothafucka, people say I might go crazy

But I'm not, I'm slicker than a fox

Stomach made of steel, drink piss on the rocks

On the level I'm straight, crowds I motivate

Penetrate bitches with my trusty old .38

So don't never try to step to me wrong

'Cause when my blood rush, I crush more people than King Kong

Police on my ass 'cause I terrorize the city

Doctors love me for keepin' hospitals busy

Social security is a bunch of bull

I get a check every month for keepin' graveyards full

So if you ever need a nigga that's insane

Look me up - Point Blank's my mothafucking name


[Hook]

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?)


[Outro]

South mothafuckin' Park!