[Intro: talking]

Yeah, it's 2003 ya feel me

Soldier B, fresh outta Camilla

On this Camilla album

Watch out for these crooked cops and these haters

Cause they want your head

So protect yourself, as well as your loved ones

Yeah, yeah, turn it up, turn it up

Yeah, yeah, turn it up



[Verse 1]

Better hide some straight to protect your head

Cause they flamin, aimin them green doted infa reds

Blood shed, cause of these haters, fakers, and these busters

We real thugs, the G, V and ten got hustlers

And them monsters, nothin but some hard hitters

Rich figures, bustin killer, straight wig splitters

If you want us boy, you better come and get us

Cause we ain't slippin, tipsy off a gallon of Henny

Leave shots all up in your back in 'em

So when your fallin, shots rippin out your cop billy

Come through the ceiling, hollow tips, bustin through bricks

Edge the clips, teflons and big slugs

Old guns protectin their head from young bugs

Like us, and now your sold and turn to dust

All because you protect your head off a repercussion

Watch out for a young hustler that's out there bustin

Protect your head



[Chorus x2]

Better hide some straight to protect your head

Cause them vest is, I'm gettin tell you, you gonna wind up dead

Blood shed, ain't got no name on them teflons

Steppin stones'll put soldiers all around your home

Protect your dome



[Verse 2]

Better hide some straight to protect your head

Cause that hot lead aimin there for your forehead

Buck shots red, havin you scared, duckin, runnin 

Young hustlers ain't playin, they payin real money

They have you wait on Sunday and get moved on Monday

Then go to London, chillin with a bundle of honeys

That's how they runnin, mandatory no chest shots

Just takin braids, bald heads and bald spots

Them head shots, leavin ya dead on the spot

Protect they head, less they get no props

On burnt blocks, watchin out for crooked cops

And burnt blocks, protectin my girl from head shots

I'm hot, hot



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Better hide some straight to protect your head

That's what I said, haters yeah, they want us dead

But I ain't mad, over somethin they never had

But who's the last, everybody they gettin blasted

Hellish bastard, mamas' cryin, they close caskets

If you drastic, rock sheets and black plastic

Bustas is scandalous, pushin some dimes

I'm in back, with some fine tang

So for me I hate gettin active, hustlin and rappin

One guy ask if he could smoke my ashes and I ain't laughin

Infiltrators they out there craftin, protectin families

No wonder them haters wanna blast me, but they can't find me

Eyes shinin leavin ya blinded, criminal minded

All black, creepin in silence, the world is mine

Hustlers rhymin and big timin, protect your mind

Lord tryna show us a sign (sign), we all dyin (dyin)

Lord tryna show us a sign (sign), we all dyin (dyin)



[Chorus x4]