DJ Whoo Kid - Prices on My Head lyrics

[Hook 2x - Young Buck (D-Tay)] Why? These n***as Want Me Dead (Betta' Watch Yo Step) Puttin' Prices On My Head (Cuz I co*k My sh**, And I Pop My sh**) But I Ain't Gonna Change (I Don't Play That sh**) G-Unit Do Ya' Thang [Verse 1 - Young Buck] Some say I'm crazy for signin with 50 Cent Them same n***as wouldn't offer to give me sh** n***as hate you when you rich, but love when you broke I never knew I had so many enemies before My arm's is open to anybody who want beef I promise ya'll I won't sleep, till ya'll layin 6 Ft G-Unit that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be Benzino or the Source can't hold me I been heavensent to put a End to this nonsence The handle of this 4-5'll make him unconscious Most of these rappers, throw bricks, and hide they head Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they homie I understand I'm a target, I'm on top But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop I'm not and artist, buck is a street pharmast One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless [Hook 2x - Young Buck (D-Tay)] [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] My eyes low, hydro' leakin' out that Tahoe I know, G-Unit's them n***as I'm a ride fo' Nah ho, I ain't stuntin', nothin' that these n***as say f** the rap, I can get ya' monkey a** hit today Ain't nobody picked me up when I was pinned down I'm double-checkin 'for I leave outta my crib now Holdin' that 40 on me, sunk in the seat Cause n***as feel comfortable when they get hit drunk with the heat I'm ridin' round here dirty, cause they gunnin' for my top I ain't duckin and dodgin, I'm only runnin from the cops Spendin grand after grand, bought a hundred on my watch Just got another buddy, and it holds a 100 shots I never had a role model, cause he was in a box So I'm up in the club with either a heater or an ox Everyday there's another n***a bleedin on the block But we ridin' with them burners on, even when it's hot [Hook 2x - Young Buck (D-Tay)] [Verse 3 - Young Buck] You see these n***as get out the pen, and think it's good Go get a pack, and come right back, to the same hood They think these young n***as gonna post up, and let 'em get it Ain't been home but 6 months, and got his wig splitted Comitted to the block, guck these n***as, f** the cops f** these b**hes, f** ya' chain, f** ya' car, f** ya' watch Ride and I die for mine, pop's, and I hide the nine Swerving over these white lines, wonderin from the one time Thug and I know I am, bird from a half a gram Broke, so I sold dope, and I'd do it again Don't blame that n***a for runnin up in my house, fool Ain't no food in my daughter mouth, I'm goin out too Just think about what your doin, cuz buddy, bullets burn May god bless his a**, that was that n***a's turn I'm not concerned with your d**h threats You come down here with that sh**, and get left wet Muthaf**a [Hook 2x - Young Buck (D-Tay)]