[Chorus]
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
[Verse 1 - Yung Joc]
Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh)
In the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh)
A couple grand, a couple shots
Couple drip drops, now your leakin won't stop
b**h I'm the man just ask Block
Shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks (*gun firing*)
b**h what's my name, call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan)
I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah)
Leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin
Here your body lye, box five in monica coffin
You f** with mine, I'll cross ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines
And the worst part (what it is) - is I'm not a coward
Visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers
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[Talking]
Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie
Let me get at this b**h, a**holes By Nature
[Verse 2 - Trae]
I been sittin a second, but now I'm back for the drama
So tell that p**y n***a, he headed for trauma
You'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come f**in with Trae
Homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get in that a** with no delay
Penitentaries, to cities, and ghettos I got it locked
I'm ABN go check the trunk (*schreeching tires*)I bet I'm fully stocked
I'm so deep in the streets - I started and ain't never gon'stop
And f** a (*reversed*)b**h, ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box
It ain't no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day
n***as gay, plus it's understood you get it - how you play
I call the shots around my way, I'm that n***a in charge
And f** the talk, you better see me with an entourage
[Verse 3 - Yung Joc)
This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs
All sells final, no refunds
Once I make the payment, the hits out
I'm not Jeezy - I ain't swappin sh** out (that's right)
First I tell 'em (what you tell 'em?) - where I want it done (where you want it?)
In the back yard, right in front of his son (*screaming*)
Then I tell 'em (what you tell 'em) - where to drop him off
In the Chattahoochie with his dick chopped off (damn)
Yeah it sounds harsh, but it's well deserved
Feed his a** to the sharks, for Our'dueuvres
No remorse, no pity
This could happen to you in New Joc City
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[Verse 4 - Lil'Boss]
Before the day I want this b**h knocked the f** off the globe
While I'm posted inside my crib, in a Hoover blue robe
It's Lil'Boss, I send my villans to seek an elobe
Dumpin a few, makin these n***as hop fences like toads
Better practice what they be preechin when f**in with me
I introduce yo'a** to hell when f**in with me
I got some n***as that'll go do the job for free
You lose yo'life when tryna mob in the streets like me
Any action you n***as takin need to discipline
You bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, b**h you listenin (ya heard me)
Price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead
b**h n***as gon'get it the right way, cause it's a code red
[Verse 5 - Jay'Ton]
I gotta couple grand for any n***a that want it
You shouldn't have started, now you done got me up on it
See I got n***as from the West, all the way to fifth ward
I'm Hoover crippin, I got Blood's and B.D's in my squad
It's Jay'Ton n***a and now I'm set trippin
It's A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin
They call me Tarzan b**h cause I run with guerillas
I'm certified my older brother Dinkie was a k**er
I'm Slow Loud to the Bang, and I bang to the left
You violate me and I swear I'm gon'bang to the d**h (BOW)
And it's a damn shame, but I'm playin it dirty
I'm barely twenty, f** n***a you damn near out ya thirties
[Verse 6 - Yung Joc]
I gotta couple k**ers, down in pre - trial
Put gla** in your food, you sh** - your guts leak out
The sheriff call your mother and she freak out (*crying*)
Got her hittin member up, got him on speed dial
Ooh it ain't nothin, but a call away
Come home find, your baby sister in the hallway
9 - 1 - 1, but it's too late
She lookin like a maxi pad, bleedin through the duct tape
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