Bullet to the Head

Take a bullet to the head Ima make it go fed Ima ima ima make it Ima make it go fed Break the bank I'm a hustla Ima making moe bread Only f*ck with a chickenhead Dat give me good head Eyes low from the kush They a have to go red I been thuggin all my life I just can't change my way And the way that I move I just can't change my play I been way too smart Just to lose my place Ima put it in the air Just cuz this life ain't fair Ima do it cuz I care That's why my kind so rare Ima keep her in the air Like she was bustin a flare They play a scary movie But yo boi not scared So I'm cuttin, even fuckin' These bitches, they press my buttons So my barrel what they suckin' They fall for the love of money They fall for the love of thuggin' No bluffin', I'm holding something Buck shots when the 12-gauge pumpin' These slugs say they dump dumpin' My blood rushing when they coming I came in stunning and running Ima 2Pac, you a Puffy All you lamest just keep truckin' To a mongoose from a Huffy I'm Cheech & Chong up in smoke 'Cause of the loud that I'm puffin' I eat good, so I stay chubby Still a crook when no one love me Ay, gotta stay strapped Up with that AR-15 Leave these haters bloody In case they try to f*ck with the fam We gonna leave them looking funny Hunted down all them bad bitches But watch out 'Cause they gonna quick To leave a nigga with nothing Set a nigga up For we still gonna be running The motherfucking streets of that RGV Steadily thuggin' The police with Dickies Cortezes on my feet There's no stopping us With the OGs getting rid of O's Bitch, I ain't bluffing Mossberg pump, you better be lucky Coming with a strong team 'Cause me and my niggas thuggin' Got my little cousins strapped Ready for the rumbling All it takes is one call They gonna be coming Better pray to the Lord 'Cause they gonna be coming for y'all Take a bullet to the head Ima make it go fed Ima ima ima make it Ima make it go fed Break the bank I'm a hustla Ima making moe bread Only f*ck with a chickenhead Dat give me good head Eyes low from the kush They a have to go red I been thuggin all my life I just can't change my way And the way that I move I just can't change my play I been way too smart Just to lose my place Bullet to the head Bullet to the head If you ever f*ck with me My nueve on my lap Always ready to get busy My boys don't play You better get away We coming for the brain Like your bitch give it away Ay, vengo por tu cuadra Tu clicka no tiene nada Me vale pura verga porque Neta no traen nada Se los dejo de tarea pa' Que sepan con quien andan La bala a la mente Eso es lo que pasa Eso lo que pasa cuando Juegan con mi raza Se me vienen todos wangos Pinches vatos escrapas I say it like it is Ain't no sugar-coating bitch Póngase la falda porque Putas lo que reclaman I'm number 23 'cause I ball 2 point 3, that's how I ball A 3.5, that an 8 ball I hate this damn game I don't hate y'all Why you gotta do me like that Do me like that Screw me like that Can't fool me like that Why you talking to me like that? I want all of that gun smoke I'm stupid like that I'm a bullet to the head Afros, braids, and dreads I'm an anybody killer Never mind what a bitch says This nigga Who the f*ck you killing? You ain't no killer On the real, killers can't chill All we do is f*ck bitches Take a bullet to the head Ima make it go fed Ima ima ima make it Ima make it go fed Break the bank I'm a hustla Ima making moe bread Only f*ck with a chickenhead Dat give me good head Eyes low from the kush They a have to go red I been thuggin all my life I just can't change my way And the way that I move I just can't change my play I been way too smart Just to lose my place