Jim Jones - Shoot Em in the Head lyrics

Yeah oh you feel it dawg
Hell no, shit me neither i heard he police
Shit what you want to do
Talking about he want a brick fuck ngga
Three way (fuck)

Shoot em in the head then
Too many police nggas playing the fair game
Nggas kicking your dough and
Taking their thing
Institutional style ngga on the airplane shit
Fuckin where the bread at
In my circle of nggas where all my spread at
Well at 1800 call it a hair crack
I got your bitch on my dick
And you really hatin’ that
I ain’t with the face shit
One of the realest mother fuckers
Out of the day bitch what a ngga doing on
A mother fucking spaceship
You gotta hate it when a
Mother fucking face twist
Cuz I dirty mind on stereo
Play these nggas 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 nggas I got my metal in
I’m bout to pop these nggas up in a double in

Kill the head and the body dead
Fuck, shoot em in the head then
Kill the head and the body dead
Fuck, shoot em in the head then

I got a bullet for my ngga killer
I gotta keep the peace for all you fuck nggas
I might show my piece but I won’t fuck witcha
In the day we meet I gotta fuck witcha
Ngga, I got a bullet for my ngga killer
I gotta keep the peace for all you fuck nggas
I might show my piece but I won’t fuck witcha
In the day we meet I gotta fuck witcha, ngga

I got a quarter mill for my ngga shooter
Smoke a ngga like I hit the hookah
What I need is the line and the drop and
I pull up on the ngga 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 ngga tried to run and
Shot him in his leg
I’m a cold ngger with a lot of bread
So I keep my toast with a lot of spread shit
Let the dealer Mazarati red
Ngga we the mob now cuz Gotti dead
Ngga Joe took her cuz she probably fed
If she don’t call back she’s probably dead
Cuz I kill the bitch like a body bag
And then I told the bitch
She need to holla back
I’m a rich ngga with a bunch of cars
Free my nggas are stuck in the bars
Until you free my nggas
I’m going fucking hard
I mean free my nggas I’m praying up to God