Verse 1
Hit the F. D petal to the floor,
Doing a buck plus flying up north/
Bud in the air state of mind blank for war,
Made a pit stop for a in load up the 4/
It's going to get real ugly when I get in that town,
No words being said just going to dump off rounds/
Pluck them off make sure every one of them dead,
50 g's a head that's my bread/
Head Hunter got flicks of every 1 of them homies,
Math to the cribs baby moms all of them goners/
Funny thing is the low crib up in that town,
So i'ma be real quite lay them down no sound/
I creep in stop at the low switch v's,
Check them hammers creep down them dirty streets/
It's damn near midnight ain't gonna rest till I get them,
Oh shit there go's 1 "pop" slug went through him/

Hook: They call me the head hunter for a reason homie,
Got an enemy pay me I hit him up closely/
It ain't personal this is business do nothing for
Pleasure no matter what the job be no matter the
Weather/

Verse 2
2 in the morn laying low in front of the crib,
See 2 of them niggas creeping up from the rear/
Having a good old time laughing blowing on bud,
Not realizing in a min they be swimming in blood/
Passing the bottle stagnating,
1 stop to take a piss the other 1 just kept on moving/
Getting real close to the car he not far now,
"pop pop" 2 in the back he went on down/
His man not knowing his man got hit,
Started busting out laughing till that ass got hit/
Stepped out the car walk over look at his ass,
He screamed out please don't kill me take the cash/
It ain't personal this is business,
He screamed out you kill me who gonna take care of my children/
""pop" 1 in the dome the homie is dead,
Went to finish the other homie he already dead/

Hook: They call me the head hunter for a reason homie,
Got an enemy pay me I hit him up closely/
It ain't personal this is business do nothing for
Pleasure no matter what the job be no matter the
Weather/

Verse 3
2 down 1 more to go it's already dorn,
I feel this 1 here is gonna be hard/
So I creep back to the law lay for a min,
Strapped up with more ammo this is war I feel it/
Called up shorty she came through top me of,
The whole time I'm thinking how to knock him off/
Bust the nut shorty breeze 9 in the morn,
Went back to the hood creep around for John/
Funny thing he the first that I met in the town,
Showed me around showed me where niggas get down/
Who's who who's getting it thugs and chicks,
What I'm reminiscing for this nigga got to get it/
So I c*** back more anger in the veins,
As I take a second look he wife creep through the lane/
Look again see John coming up close,
"pop pop" 1 in the head 1 in the throat/