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- Trae f/ Lil'Boss, Jay'Ton, Yung Joc - Couple Grand (Remix) Lyrics
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- [Chorus]
- 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
- [Verse 1 - Yung Joc]
- 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
- [Chorus]
- [Talking]
- Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie
- let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature
- [Verse 2 - Trae]
- 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
- [Verse 3 - Yung Joc)
- This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs
- all sells final, no refunds
- once I make the payment, the hits 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
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 4 - Lil'Boss]
- 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
- [Verse 5 - Jay'Ton]
- 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 B.D's in my squad
- it's Jay'Ton nigga and now I'm set trippin
- it's A.B.N 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
- [Verse 6 - Yung Joc]
- 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
- [Chorus] - repeat 'til end
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