Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Boogz Boogetz, Chinx Drugz - Money on ya head lyrics

I put some money on your head
I put some money on your head
That’s just the type of shit we on
That’s just the type of shit we on
Niggas spin all through your block
Niggas spin all through your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Talking some problems
Niggas spin all throough your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Fuck with me now

Good god, this stupid hog
Reminds me at nighttime, the boulevard
Makes me think of murder
When you least expected it
Reminds me to keep that thing within reach


For niggas tryina catch you
Put you on camcord
All they gonn see is blood
Put that on the blog have me sitting up
Doing 15 in tin cans
Hot as hell fuck a lil comisary fan
And core craft so, they thought I was jokes
He assumed it was an easy mark, now he knows
All I do is chill, I be known my value
Pushing my threshold, I turn up the valium
Talking gay shit
I put these bullets inside you
You’re my gun straight homo
My knife fuck torso now you suppose that
And let the wounds marinate pussy

I put some money on your head
I put some money on your head
That’s just the type of shit we on
That’s just the type of shit we on
Niggas spin all through your block
Niggas spin all through your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Talking some problems
Niggas spin all throough your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Fuck with me now
Pull up on the strip, straps out the window
Catch him with his bitch, shots at his bimbo
Talking murder 1, death to them fuck niggas
I heard that slick shit you
Said that wassup niggas
Light skin but I get busy on em
Light skin but I get busy on em
Level 1 vest, clips full extended
Grind I be on mine and you know that
Styling on these niggas fucking all they hoes
Vs1’s on my neck, fresh on parole
Hit my nigga p, met me out in farah
We get money nigga, fuck niggas talking bout
Hopped out that blue thang with the hard top
Fucking with them coke boys
You’s a long shot they still know the game
Shot my southside niggas it’s queen thang
Prolly on a pimp, prolly on some lean mane
Talk crazy shooters aiming at your beam maine
It’s ramadan and I’m eating
Like I’m breaking fat
Told shawty bust it open, but I’m staking at

I put some money on your head
I put some money on your head
That’s just the type of shit we on
That’s just the type of shit we on
Niggas spin all throough your block
Niggas spin all throough your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Talking some problems
Niggas spin all throough your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Fuck with me now
I roll the weed, inside the swisher
Take a good look at my wrists
This where my pockets get you
Gold chains, gold rings, try to scheme
Then that choppa hit you
For rock america, catching bodies for fun
And when them cops come
Rushing the lobbies we run
Got your girl twerk it
Everytime that she come
And if chains get that hoe on the molly
She done
Them o shea, grind hard get no sleep
That’s why I rest that coke
Boys and that infamous and we roll deep
Goons talking that straight heat
So keep a cool like ac’s smoking on that og
My kush loud like my dre’s be dog
Quit talking like you real
You ain’t never been
If my youngins spin the block
They gonn let it ring
Break em off, sound proper
And I put that on my hood
Ain’t nothing changed

I put some money on your head
I put some money on your head
That’s just the type of shit we on
That’s just the type of shit we on
Niggas spin all through your block
Niggas spin all through your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Talking some problems
Niggas spin all throough your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Fuck with me now