Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Head Off, artist - Jim Jones.
Date of issue: 11.04.2018
Song language: English
Head Off |
If we knock the head off, the body fall deep |
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep |
Look at you crazy, like how you cross me |
Years of my life, what the streets cause me |
Down in Baltimor, I got some killers in New Yourk that drive to Baltimor |
And if they payed to kill, they gon slide for it |
And I love my savages, we in the city making all the noise |
Jones! |
Arm, leg, then we bustin the head |
New Yourk niggas, we hustle for bread |
My man got shot, and he got cuffed to the bed |
I watched his mom pray for him, while she was touching his head |
Lord is my witniss, so I can only spit the truth |
Like he did with his gun, and he didn’t get to shoot |
Top off all Summer, like he didn’t get the roof |
We was young, smoking Reefer, blowing smoke out the roof |
Now we on plains, with the Mack like a laptop |
Tryna catch my balance and terbulance when we slap box |
Still cop them pretty forin cars from them Crack blocks |
Give my niggas inspiration, cause they still trap locked |
If we knock the head off, the body fall deep |
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep |
Look at you crazy, like how you cross me |
Years of my life, what the streets cause me |
Down in Baltimor, I got some killers in New Yourk that drive to Baltimor |
And if they payed to kill, they gon slide for it |
And I love my savages, we in the city making all the noise |
We got all the cars, you know we bust down all the Audomers |
You can catch us in the Raith, you see all the stars |
We flying through your town, we making all the noise |
Nigga, call the boys |
I’m from a town that kill you dead on the spot |
Know a couple druglords that turned to federal cops |
Been in the kitchen when the Coke was ready to rock |
Know what to say, hoped the run was never ready to stop |
That’s my favorite, plus these ngiggas I was raised with |
Took them to buy roes, and never even apraized it |
Who am I, cause I been accused of the same shit |
These bitches and the jewelry, I made it |
If we knock the head off, the body fall deep |
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep |
Look at you crazy, like how you cross me |
Years of my life, what the streets cause me |
Down in Baltimor, I got some killers in New Yourk that drive to Baltimor |
And if they payed to kill, they gon slide for it |
And I love my savages, we in the city making all the noise |