Trae Tha Truth, Yung Joc, Lil Boss, Jay’Ton - Couple Grand lyrics

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

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
Bitch I'm the man just ask Block
Shots rang out
You could hear 'em for a couple blocks
(gun firing)
Bitch 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 fuck 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

Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie
Let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature

I been sittin a second
But now I'm back for the drama
So tell that pussy nigga
He headed for trauma
You'd rather slap ya momma
'fore you come fuckin with Trae
Homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get in
That ass 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 fuck a (reversed) bitch
Ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box
It ain't no greetin through the lines
I spitt it clear as day niggas gay
Plus it's understood you get it
- how you play
I call the shots around my way
I'm that nigga in charge and fuck the talk
You better see me with an entourage

This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs
All sells final, no refunds
Once I make the payment, the hit's out
I'm not Jeezy - I ain't swappin shit 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 ass to the sharks, for Our'dueuvres
No remorse, no pity
This could happen to you in New Joc City

Before the day I want this bitch
Knocked the fuck 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 niggas hop fences like toads
Better practice what they be preechin
When fuckin with me
I introduce yo'ass to hell
When fuckin with me
I got some niggas that'll go
Do the job for free
You lose yo'life when tryna mob
In the streets like me
Any action you niggas takin
Need to discipline
You bangin with a Hoover gang criminal
Bitch you listenin (ya heard me)
Price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead
Bitch niggas gon'get it the right way
Cause it's a code red

I gotta couple grand for any
Nigga that want it
You shouldn't have started
Now you done got me up on it
See I got niggas from the West
All the way to fifth ward
I'm Hoover crippin
I got Blood's and BD's in my squad
It's Jay'Ton nigga and now I'm set trippin
It's ABN you better chill before
You come up missin
They call me Tarzan bitch cause
I run with guerillas
I'm certified my older brother
Dinkie was a killer
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 death (BOW)
And it's a damn shame
But I'm playin it dirty i'm barely twenty
Fuck nigga you damn near out ya thirties

I gotta couple killers, down in pre - trial
Put glass in your food
You shit - 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