Yung Joc - Couple Grand (Remix) lyrics

[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 b**h I'm the man just ask Block Shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks (*gun firing*) b**h 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 f** 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 b**h, a**holes By Nature [Verse 2 - Trae] I been sittin a second, but now I'm back for the drama So tell that p**y n***a, he headed for trauma You'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come f**in with Trae Homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get in that a** 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 f** a (*reversed*)b**h, ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box It ain't no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day n***as gay, plus it's understood you get it - how you play I call the shots around my way, I'm that n***a in charge And f** 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 sh** 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 a** 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 b**h knocked the f** 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 n***as hop fences like toads Better practice what they be preechin when f**in with me I introduce yo'a** to hell when f**in with me I got some n***as that'll go do the job for free You lose yo'life when tryna mob in the streets like me Any action you n***as takin need to discipline You bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, b**h you listenin (ya heard me) Price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead b**h n***as gon'get it the right way, cause it's a code red [Verse 5 - Jay'Ton] I gotta couple grand for any n***a that want it You shouldn't have started, now you done got me up on it See I got n***as 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 n***a and now I'm set trippin It's A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin They call me Tarzan b**h cause I run with guerillas I'm certified my older brother Dinkie was a k**er 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 d**h (BOW) And it's a damn shame, but I'm playin it dirty I'm barely twenty, f** n***a you damn near out ya thirties [Verse 6 - Yung Joc] I gotta couple k**ers, down in pre - trial Put gla** in your food, you sh** - 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