Price on My Head - Oz Sparx

Oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh

Un-Un-Uncle Bari

I know these niggas don’t like me and they want me dead

I got a price on my head

OG got life in the feds

Can’t see my niggas so I’ma just write 'em instead

I mix the Sprite with the red

I keep that strap on me like I’m a dyke in the bed

Know they don’t like I’m ahead

Pop me a Perky, then I take a flight on a jet (Jet)

Flight on a jet

And I put that coke inside the kitchen

I beat up that dope and I’m proficient

And everyone know that I’m a menace

And I keep me a pole and I ain’t missin'

And I think I’m the GOAT like Mike and Pippen

I done set me some goals, I’m on a mission

I’ma beat up the bowl and cook a chicken

And these niggas gon' talk it, they don’t live it

Louboutin when I walk, ran up the digits

Yeah, you know I’ma ball and I’m consistent

And my shooter gon' stalk 'em from a distance

Told my nigga, «Kill all the opposition»

And this money keep callin', I’m the ticket

All my niggas gon' ball, I’m on a mission

I can’t do too much talkin', niggas listenin'

I’ma dive in that sea just like Pacific

I’m as fly as can be just like a pigeon

If you talkin' to me, then be specific

Nigga, keep it a G and handle business

And this promethazine is what I’m sippin'

I was in Tennessee, right out in Memphis

Had to sit down and breathe just for a minute

I ain’t coppin' no plea if I’m offended, no

I know these niggas don’t like me and they want me dead

I got a price on my head

OG got life in the feds

Can’t see my niggas so I’ma just write 'em instead

I mix the Sprite with the red

I keep that strap on me like I’m a dyke in the bed

Know they don’t like I’m ahead

Pop me a Perky, then I take a flight on a jet

It’s a whole lotta blood in the middle of the street

Got a whole lotta drugs, I’ma get it to the fiends

Got a whole lotta mud, I been sippin' on the lean

I ain’t never give a fuck, I ain’t messin' with the bean

Everything I’m doin', man, it really is a dream

All these bitches choosin', they ain’t really what they seem

'Member I was losin', now I get it with the team

I be goin' stupid, keep fifty in my jeans

Gotta keep it on me when I’m ridin' 'round Philly

Got a Glock with a stick, don’t play 'round with me

And you know I gotta keep another trey pound with me

How you comin' when I’m up? You don’t stay down with me

Uh, nigga, you a fan

Runnin' up the bag, I been runnin' up the bands

And these niggas already mad 'cause we prolly cut their man

Niggas goin' out bad, heard they rattin' on the stand (Uh)

I know these niggas don’t like me and they want me dead

I got a price on my head

OG got life in the feds

Can’t see my niggas so I’ma just write 'em instead

I mix the Sprite with the red

I keep that strap on me like I’m a dyke in the bed

Know they don’t like I’m ahead

Pop me a Perky, then I take a flight on a jet

And I put that coke inside the kitchen

I beat up that dope and I’m proficient

And everyone know that I’m a menace

And I keep me a pole and I ain’t missin'

And I think I’m the GOAT like Mike and Pippen

I done set me some goals, I’m on a mission

I’ma beat up the bowl and cook a chicken