(feat. Lil'Boss, Jay'Ton, Yung Joc) 



[Chorus:] 

A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand 

A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head 

A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head 

A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand 



[Verse 1: Yung Joc] 

Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh) 

in the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh) 

a couple grand, a couple shots 

couple drip drops, now your leakin won't stop 

bitch I'm the man just ask Block 

shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks [gun firing] 

bitch what's my name, call me Yung Joc 

I got a great aim all I need is one shot 

everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan) 

I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah) 

leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin 

here your body lye, box five in monica coffin 

you fuck with mine, I'll cross ya life line 

I'm a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines 

and the worst part (what it is) - is I'm not a coward 

visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers 



[Chorus] 



[Talking:] 

Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie 

let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature 



[Verse 2: Trae] 

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

so tell that pussy nigga, he headed for trauma 

you'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come fuckin with Trae 

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

penitentaries, to cities, and ghettos I got it locked 

I'm ABN go check the trunk (*schreeching tires*)I bet I'm fully stocked 

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

and fuck a (*reversed*)bitch, ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box 

it ain't no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day 

niggas gay, plus it's understood you get it - how you play 

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

and fuck the talk, you better see me with an entourage 



[Verse 3: Yung Joc] 

This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs 

all sells final, no refunds 

once I make the payment, the hits out 

I'm not Jeezy - I ain't swappin shit out (that's right) 

first I tell 'em (what you tell 'em?) - where I want it done (where you want it?) 

in the back yard, right in front of his son (*screaming*) 

then I tell 'em (what you tell 'em) - where to drop him off 

in the Chattahoochie with his dick chopped off (damn) 

yeah it sounds harsh, but it's well deserved 

feed his ass to the sharks, for Our'dueuvres 

no remorse, no pity 

this could happen to you in New Joc City 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 4: Lil'Boss] 

Before the day 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 villans to seek an elobe 

dumpin a few, makin these niggas hop fences like toads 

better practice what they be preechin when fuckin with me 

I introduce yo'ass to hell when fuckin with me 

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

you lose yo'life when tryna mob in the streets like me 

any action you niggas takin need to discipline 

you bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, bitch you listenin (ya heard me) 

price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead 

bitch niggas gon'get it the right way, cause it's a code red 



[Verse 5: Jay'Ton] 

I gotta couple grand for any nigga that want it 

you shouldn't have started, now you done got me up on it 

see I got niggas from the West, all the way to fifth ward 

I'm Hoover crippin, I got Blood's and B.D's in my squad 

it's Jay'Ton nigga and now I'm set trippin 

it's A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin 

they call me Tarzan bitch cause I run with guerillas 

I'm certified my older brother Dinkie was a killer 

I'm Slow Loud to the Bang, and I bang to the left 

you violate me and I swear I'm gon'bang to the death (BOW) 

and it's a damn shame, but I'm playin it dirty 

I'm barely twenty, fuck nigga you damn near out ya thirties 



[Verse 6: Yung Joc] 

I gotta couple killers, down in pre - trial 

put glass in your food, you shit - your guts leak out 

the sheriff call your mother and she freak out [crying] 

got her hittin member up, got him on speed dial 

ooh it ain't nothin, but a call away 

come home find, your baby sister in the hallway 

9 - 1 - 1, but it's too late 

she lookin like a maxi pad, bleedin through the duct tape 



[Chorus: repeat 'til end]