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shoot em in the head - jim jones lyrics

[intro:]
yeah
oh you feel it dawg
h-ll no, sh-t me neither
i heard he police
sh-t what you want to do
talking about he want a brick
f-ck n-gga
three way (f-ck)

[verse 1:]
shoot em in the head then
too many police n-ggas playing the fair game
n-ggas kicking your dough and taking their thing
inst-tutional style n-gga on the airplane sh-t
f-ckin where the bread at
in my circle of n-ggas where all my spread at
well at 1800 call it a hair crack
i got your b-tch on my d-ck and you really hatin’ that
i ain’t with the face sh-t
one of the realest mother f-ckers out of the day b-tch
what a n-gga doing on a mother f-cking sp-ceship
you gotta hate it when a mother f-cking face twist
cuz i dirty mind on stereo
play these n-ggas 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 n-ggas i got my metal in
i’m bout to pop these n-ggas up in a double in

[pre-chorus:]
k!ll the head and the body dead [x3]
f-ck, shoot em in the head then
k!ll the head and the body dead [x3]
f-ck, shoot em in the head then

[chorus:]
i got a bullet for my n-gga k!ller
i gotta keep the peace for all you f-ck n-ggas
i might show my piece but i won’t f-ck witcha
in the day we meet i gotta f-ck witcha
n-gga, i got a bullet for my n-gga k!ller
i gotta keep the peace for all you f-ck n-ggas
i might show my piece but i won’t f-ck witcha
in the day we meet i gotta f-ck witcha, n-gga

[verse 2:]
i got a quarter mill for my n-gga shooter
smoke a n-gga like i hit the hookah
what i need is the line and the drop and
i pull up on the n-gga 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 n-gga tried to run and shot him in his leg
i’m a cold n-gger with a lot of bread
so i keep my toast with a lot of spread sh-t
let the dealer mazarati red
n-gga we the mob now cuz gotti dead
n-gga joe took her cuz she probably fed
if she don’t call back she’s probably dead
cuz i k!ll the b-tch like a body bag
and then i told the b-tch she need to holla back
i’m a rich n-gga with a bunch of cars
free my n-ggas are stuck in the bars
until you free my n-ggas i’m going f-cking hard
i mean free my n-ggas i’m praying up to god

[pre-chorus:]

[chorus]

- jim jones lyrics

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