Ruff Ryders - Shoot 'Em in Tha Head lyrics

rate me

(Styles P)

Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who

I'll answer back anybody you can think of

I'm S.P. bitch, I'm the boss of boss

I talk arrogant and me and guys link up

And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you

Then it probably is, If I can't getta long witcha

Then I'm gon' hit 'cha, All in ya face and ya body kid

H-O-L-I-D-A, -Y Styles, hit somethin by trial

I'm the nigga to hate, and when it's time to merk something bitch

WHAT! I'm on time in my job and I ain't never been late

If there's beef in the hood

A nigga like P can't sleep 'til I'm good

'Cause somebody dead

This 4/5 gotta hit somebody head

I'm all up in the safe takin' somebody bread

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Shoot 'em in the head

Shoot 'em in the face or the chest

Then shoot 'em in the waist or the neck

Then shoot 'em in the gut or the mouth

Then shoot 'em in the back and don't stop 'til the blood runnin out

(Styles P)

Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks

And come through and let this tre pound pop

You all grown now

And I don't care if you from home town

I'll put a slug in the dome clown

'Cause most of these rappers is talk

I'm the nigga in the back of the court

Wit 5 L's and a 1/2 of a quart

By 7 o' clock I'm stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump

Boulgin' out my pant leg

I'll put it out and make ya man beg

And shoot 'em anyway

Y'all niggaz penny weight

Niggaz like me just do what the semi say

Any way we can do it any where any day

I'm Paniero bitch, I ain't the nigga you play hero wit

End up dead, Ya t-shirt look white it's gon end up red

And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed BITCH!

[Chorus]

I'm hope you lookin' forward to die

Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye

Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head

Or this sword in ya eye

You the shit I'm the +Lord of the Flies+

If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz

So I can load up and come toward you wit nines

I spray you and ya man

The coup and the van

The office and the studio where ever you stand

I don't wanna be the king of the coast

Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope

Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast

If you say the guy name, I'll be ringin ya throat

I don't rap about niggaz

But I do like to cock back hit'em the chest

And blow the back up outta niggas

Ya man is pussy? I'mma play wit 'em

Look at ya nigga POP! POP! POP! now lay wit 'em

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