Chorus 

a couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand 

a couple gran, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head 

a couple gran, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head 

a couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand 


verse 1 

watch him die slow, and then his eyes roll 

in da back of his head now his body cold 

a couple gran, a couple shots, a couple drip drops, now ya leakin won't stop 

bitch im da man, just ask block, shots rain out, u can hear em from a couple blocks 

bitch wats my name? call me yung joc, i got a great aim, all i need is one shot 

errbody talkin in my neighborhood, i got great lawyers, cuz my paper good, 

leave ya body riddled, weazin and coughin, hear bout it live, fox 5, and monica coffman 

u fuck wit mine, i cross ya lifeline, im a graffiti artist, paint chalk out outlines 

and the worst part,is im not a coward, visit yo wake and give ya momma dead flowers 


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verse 2 

this is not a movie, no reruns, all sales final, no refunds 

once i make the payment, the hits out, im not jeezy i aint swappin shit out 

first i tell him, were i want it done, in the backyard right in front of his son 

then i tell him, were to drop him off, in the chattahoochie wit his dick chopped off [damn!] 

yes dats harsh, but its well deserve, feed his ass to the sharks for orderves 

no remorse, no pity, this can happen to you in new jock city 


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verse 3 

i got a couple killas, got a great choppa, blast through ya fool,shit ya guts leak out, 

the sheriff call ya momma, and she freak out, got a hit meant fo her, dial yo momma speed dial 

oooo it aint nutn, but a call away, come home and find yo baby sista in the hallway 

9-1-1, but its too late, she lookin like a maxi-pad bleeding through da duck tape 


Chorus 


(Thanks to Daria for these lyrics)