Shoot Em' In The Head - Jim Jones, Ball Greezy

Yeah

Oh you feel it dawg

Hell no, shit me neither

I heard he police

Shit what you want to do

Talking about he want a brick

Fuck n*gga

Three way (fuck)

Shoot em in the head then

Too many police n*ggas playing the fair game

N*ggas kicking your dough and taking their thing

Institutional style n*gga on the airplane shit

Fuckin where the bread at

In my circle of n*ggas where all my spread at

Well at 1800 call it a hair crack

I got your bitch on my dick and you really hatin' that

I ain’t with the face shit

One of the realest mother fuckers out of the day bitch

What a n*gga doing on a mother fucking spaceship

You gotta hate it when a mother fucking face twist

Cuz I dirty mind on stereo

Play these n*ggas like a Nintendo

Take a penalty like I was Timbo

And if you ain’t getting money what you in for

Somebody let the double in

Just trying to roll my weed and hit the metal sin

Now I see these n*ggas I got my metal in

I’m bout to pop these n*ggas up in a double in

Kill the head and the body dead

Fuck, shoot em in the head then

Kill the head and the body dead

Fuck, shoot em in the head then

I got a bullet for my n*gga killer

I gotta keep the peace for all you fuck n*ggas

I might show my piece but I won’t fuck witcha

In the day we meet I gotta fuck witcha

N*gga, I got a bullet for my n*gga killer

I gotta keep the peace for all you fuck n*ggas

I might show my piece but I won’t fuck witcha

In the day we meet I gotta fuck witcha, n*gga

I got a quarter mill for my n*gga shooter

Smoke a n*gga like I hit the hookah

What I need is the line and the drop and

I pull up on the n*gga hunned rounds go pop (boom boom boom)

Run up in this spot and everybody dead

If I hit him in the head then the body dead

Would have shot em all in his head

Then n*gga tried to run and shot him in his leg

I’m a cold n*gger with a lot of bread

So I keep my toast with a lot of spread shit

Let the dealer Mazarati red

N*gga we the mob now cuz Gotti dead

N*gga Joe took her cuz she probably fed

If she don’t call back she’s probably dead

Cuz I kill the bitch like a body bag

And then I told the bitch she need to holla back

I’m a rich n*gga with a bunch of cars

Free my n*ggas are stuck in the bars

Until you free my n*ggas I’m going fucking hard

I mean free my n*ggas I’m praying up to God