Ruff Ryders - Shoot 'Em In Tha Head lyrics

(Styles P) f** all these n***az, if you ask me who I'll answer back anybody you can think of I'm S.P. b**h, I'm the boss of boss I talk arrogant and me and guys link up And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you Then it probably is, If I can't getta long witcha Then I'm gon' hit 'cha, All in ya face and ya body kid H-O-L-I-D-A, -Y Styles, hit somethin by trial I'm the n***a to hate, and when it's time to merk something b**h WHAT! I'm on time in my job and I ain't never been late If there's beef in the hood A n***a like P can't sleep 'til I'm good 'Cause somebody dead This 4/5 gotta hit somebody head I'm all up in the safe takin' somebody bread (Chorus: repeat 2X) Shoot 'em in the head Shoot 'em in the face or the chest Then shoot 'em in the waist or the neck Then shoot 'em in the gut or the mouth Then shoot 'em in the back and don't stop 'til the blood runnin out (Styles P) Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks And come through and let this tre pound pop You all grown now And I don't care if you from home town I'll put a slug in the dome clown 'Cause most of these rappers is talk I'm the n***a in the back of the court Wit 5 L's and a 1/2 of a quart By 7 o' clock I'm stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump Boulgin' out my pant leg I'll put it out and make ya man beg And shoot 'em anyway Y'all n***az penny weight n***az like me just do what the semi say Any way we can do it any where any day I'm Paniero b**h, I ain't the n***a you play hero wit End up dead, Ya t-shirt look white it's gon end up red And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed b*tch! (Chorus) I'm hope you lookin' forward to die Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye Hope you ready for this muthaf**in' shot to ya head Or this sword in ya eye You the sh** I'm the +Lord of the Flies+ If you got beef say it now, b**h n***az So I can load up and come toward you wit nines I spray you and ya man The coup and the van The office and the studio where ever you stand I don't wanna be the king of the coast Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast If you say the guy name, I'll be ringin ya throat I don't rap about n***az But I do like to co*k back hit'em the chest And blow the back up outta n***as Ya man is p**y? I'mma play wit 'em Look at ya n***a POP! POP! POP! now lay wit 'em (Chorus)