Price On Ya Head

Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me
Blasphemy, I’m sacrilegious nigga, don’t you ever forget this
When I hit the scene, I’m the number one murder suspect, suicide
I’m yellin out die, die, die, die, you layin down while ya momma cry
Did it ever occur to you, I sold my soul, I will never fold
Niggas ain’t nuthin but a bunch of hoes, thinkin that don’t nobody know
Hey nigga, I want you dead, bloody murder, never restin
I know killas that’s adolescent, jet by murder to be desperate
If you ain’t prepared to die nigga
Don’t play the game of death, that I’m playin
Cuz the niggas I know is prayin, wit AK in they hayin
Say, I want that nigga dead, three times in the dark, while I’m rappin
And before this song is over, watch my demons go cap 'em
I want that nigga dead, there’s a price on ya head
You say you want that nigga dead, because you hate his fuckin guts
He always talkin that hole ass shit about you, thinkin you ain’t got no nuts
Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you ain’t scared of his ass
Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without your ski mask
It went down, so fuck it fast, you drop the gun out ya hand
You shot a man, he was screamin, he was bloody, so you ran
So now you paranoid, so now you paranoid, so people you avoid
Suicidal, smokin on them Dead Flowerz, destroy, nigga
You better run for your life, that’s all you can do
Cuz I know what they gon' say, when they catch up wit you, they’ll say