| Yeah
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| Oh you feel it dawg
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| Hell no, shit me neither
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| I heard he police
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| Shit what you want to do
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| Talking about he want a brick
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| Fuck n*gga
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| Three way (fuck)
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| Shoot em in the head then
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| Too many police n*ggas playing the fair game
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| N*ggas kicking your dough and taking their thing
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| Institutional style n*gga on the airplane shit
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| Fuckin where the bread at
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| In my circle of n*ggas where all my spread at
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| Well at 1800 call it a hair crack
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| I got your bitch on my dick and you really hatin' that
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| I ain’t with the face shit
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| One of the realest mother fuckers out of the day bitch
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| What a n*gga doing on a mother fucking spaceship
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| You gotta hate it when a mother fucking face twist
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| Cuz I dirty mind on stereo
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| Play these n*ggas like a Nintendo
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| Take a penalty like I was Timbo
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| And if you ain’t getting money what you in for
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| Somebody let the double in
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| Just trying to roll my weed and hit the metal sin
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| Now I see these n*ggas I got my metal in
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| I’m bout to pop these n*ggas up in a double in
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| Kill the head and the body dead
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| Fuck, shoot em in the head then
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| Kill the head and the body dead
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| Fuck, shoot em in the head then
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| I got a bullet for my n*gga killer
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| I gotta keep the peace for all you fuck n*ggas
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| I might show my piece but I won’t fuck witcha
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| In the day we meet I gotta fuck witcha
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| N*gga, I got a bullet for my n*gga killer
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| I gotta keep the peace for all you fuck n*ggas
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| I might show my piece but I won’t fuck witcha
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| In the day we meet I gotta fuck witcha, n*gga
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| I got a quarter mill for my n*gga shooter
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| Smoke a n*gga like I hit the hookah
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| What I need is the line and the drop and
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| I pull up on the n*gga hunned rounds go pop (boom boom boom)
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| Run up in this spot and everybody dead
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| If I hit him in the head then the body dead
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| Would have shot em all in his head
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| Then n*gga tried to run and shot him in his leg
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| I’m a cold n*gger with a lot of bread
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| So I keep my toast with a lot of spread shit
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| Let the dealer Mazarati red
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| N*gga we the mob now cuz Gotti dead
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| N*gga Joe took her cuz she probably fed
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| If she don’t call back she’s probably dead
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| Cuz I kill the bitch like a body bag
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| And then I told the bitch she need to holla back
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| I’m a rich n*gga with a bunch of cars
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| Free my n*ggas are stuck in the bars
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| Until you free my n*ggas I’m going fucking hard
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| I mean free my n*ggas I’m praying up to God |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot Em' In The Head, artist - Jim Jones. Album song Miami Vampin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп