Couple Grand

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

On your head, on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Price tag on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

Watch him die slow then his eyes roll

In the back of his head, now his body cold

A couple grand, a couple shots

Couple drip, drops, now your leaking won't stop

Bitch, I'm the man, just ask block

The shots rang out, you can hear 'em for a couple blocks

Bitch, what's my name, call me Yung Joc

I got a great aim, all I need is one shot

Everybody talking in my neighborhood

I got great lawyers 'cause my paper good

Leave your body riddled, wheezing and coughing

And hear about it live, Fox 5 with Monica convict

You fuck with mine, I'll pause your lifeline

I'm a graffiti artist, pain chalk outlines

And the worst part is I'm not a coward

Visit you wake and give your mama dead flowers

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

On your head, on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Price tag on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

I been sitting a second, but now I'm back for the drama

So tell that pussy **** he headed for trauma

You'd rather slap your mama 'fore you come fucking with Trae

Homie, I'm Tha Truth, and I get in that ass with no delay

Penitentiaries, the cities and ghettos, I got it locked

I'm A-B-N, go check the trunk, I bet I'm fully stocked

I'm so deep in the streets, I started, ain't never gon' stop

And fuck a ****, I'll make sure you rotate in the ****

It ain't no reading through the lines, I spit it clear as day

****'s gay , plus it's understood you get it how you play

I call the shots around my way, I'm that **** in charge

And fuck the talk, you better see me with a entourage

This is not a movie, no re-runs

All sales final, no refunds

Once I make the payment, the hit's out

I'm not Jeezy, I ain't swapping shit out

First I tell 'em where I want it done

In the backyard right in front of his son

Then I tell 'em where to drop him off

In the Chattahoochee with his dick chopped off

Yeah, it sounds harsh, but it's well deserved

Feed his ass to the sharks for hors d'oeuvres

No remorse, no pity

This could happen to you in New Joc City

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

On your head, on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Price tag on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

Here for today, I want this bitch knocked the fuck off the globe

While I'm posted inside my crib in a Hoover blue robe

It's Lil' Boss, I send my villains to seek in the low

Dumping a few, make these **** hop fences like toads

Better practice what they be preaching when fucking with me

I introduce your ass to hell when you're bucking with me

I got some **** that'll go do the job for free

You'll lose your life by tryna mob in the streets like me

Any actions you **** take, it lead to discipline

You banging with a Hoover Gang criminal, bitch, you listening?

Price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead

Bitch **** gon' get it the right way 'cause it's code red

I got a couple grand for any **** that want it

You shouldn'ta started, bitch, now you done got me up on it

See I got **** from the West all the way to Fifth Ward

I'm Hoover Crip, and I got Bloods and B-D's in my squad

It's Jay'Ton, ****, and now I'm set tripping

It's A-B-N, you better chill before you end up missing

They call me Tarzan, bitch, 'cause I run with gorillas

I'm certified, my older brother Deekie was a killer

I'm so live to the bang, and I bang to the left

You violate me, and I swear I'm gon' bang to the death

And it's a damn shame, but I'm playing it dirty

I'm barely twenty, fuck, ****, you damn near out your thirties

I got a couple killer down in pre-trial

Put glass in your food, you shit, your guts leak out

The sheriff call your mama and she freak out

Got a hitman for her, got him on speed dial

Ooh, it ain't nothing but a call away

Come home, find your baby sister in the hallway

Nine-one-one, but it's too late

She looking like a maxi-pad, bleeding through the duct tape

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

On your head, on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Price tag on your head

A-a couple grand

P-p-price tag on your head

Leave you laying where you stand

Aight ****

It's your muhfucking **** Big Block, ****

Eastside Chevy rider, ****

Shared on my **** Yung Joc, ****

Couple grand'll motherfucking change your life around, ****

They got the motherfucking killers with 'em, ****

Hey, gimme them gloves, playboy

You know Washington, D.C. got my fingerprints, ****

You know what I'm talking 'bout?

Yeah, ****

Rest in peace to my **** Tag , ****

Had all y'all **** scared of him

Back in the motherfucking early '90's, ****

Yeah, yeah

Yo, what up Bruce Gaines, what up, ****?

We still holding this torch for you, ****

Yeah, couple grand, ****

Boys in the hood, ****

Yeah, yeah

I'm here sideways

Hey, yo Gee , we here sideways on 'em, man

Couple grand, ****

Ha