Jim Jones - Shoot Em in the Head lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah Oh you feel it dawg Hell no, sh** me neither I heard he police sh** what you want to do Talking about he want a brick f** n*gga Three way (f**) [Verse 1:] Shoot em in the head then Too many police n*ggas playing the fair game N*ggas kicking your dough and taking their thing Institutional style n*gga on the airplane sh** f**in where the bread at In my circle of n*ggas where all my spread at Well at 1800 call it a hair crack I got your b**h on my dick and you really hatin' that I ain't with the face sh** One of the realest mother f**ers out of the day b**h What a n*gga doing on a mother f**ing spaceship You gotta hate it when a mother f**ing face twist Cuz I dirty mind on stereo Play these n*ggas like a Nintendo Take a penalty like I was Timbo And if you ain't getting money what you in for Somebody let the double in Just trying to roll my weed and hit the metal sin Now I see these n*ggas I got my metal in I'm bout to pop these n*ggas up in a double in [Pre-Chorus:] k** the head and the body dead [x3] f**, shoot em in the head then k** the head and the body dead [x3] f**, shoot em in the head then [Chorus:] I got a bullet for my n*gga k**er I gotta keep the peace for all you f** n*ggas I might show my piece but I won't f** witcha In the day we meet I gotta f** witcha N*gga, I got a bullet for my n*gga k**er I gotta keep the peace for all you f** n*ggas I might show my piece but I won't f** witcha In the day we meet I gotta f** witcha, n*gga [Verse 2:] I got a quarter mill for my n*gga shooter Smoke a n*gga like I hit the hookah What I need is the line and the drop and I pull up on the n*gga hunned rounds go pop (boom boom boom) Run up in this spot and everybody dead If I hit him in the head then the body dead Would have shot em all in his head Then n*gga tried to run and shot him in his leg I'm a cold n*gger with a lot of bread So I keep my toast with a lot of spread sh** Let the dealer Mazarati red N*gga we the mob now cuz Gotti dead N*gga Joe took her cuz she probably fed If she don't call back she's probably dead Cuz I k** the b**h like a body bag And then I told the b**h she need to holla back I'm a rich n*gga with a bunch of cars Free my n*ggas are stuck in the bars Until you free my n*ggas I'm going f**ing hard I mean free my n*ggas I'm praying up to God [Pre-Chorus:] [Chorus]