Shoot 'Em in Tha Head Lyrics
| Song | Shoot 'Em in Tha Head |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Album | Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fields, Styles | |
| (Styles P) | |
| Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who | |
| I'll answer back anybody you can think of | |
| I'm S.P. bitch, | |
| I'm the boss of boss | |
| I talk arrogant and me and guys link up | |
| And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you | |
| Then it probably is, | |
| If I can't getta long witcha | |
| Then I'm gon' hit 'cha, | |
| All in ya face and ya body kid | |
| H-O-L-I-D- | |
| A, -Y Styles, hit somethin by trial | |
| I'm the nigga to hate, and when it's time to merk something bitch | |
| WHAT! I'm on time in my job and | |
| I ain't never been late | |
| If there's beef in the hood | |
| A nigga like | |
| P can't sleep 'til | |
| I'm good ' | |
| Cause somebody dead | |
| This 4/5 gotta hit somebody head | |
| I'm all up in the safe takin' somebody bread [Chorus: repeat 2X] | |
| Shoot 'em in the head | |
| Shoot 'em in the face or the chest | |
| Then shoot 'em in the waist or the neck | |
| Then shoot 'em in the gut or the mouth | |
| Then shoot 'em in the back and don't stop 'til the blood runnin out (Styles P) | |
| Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks | |
| And come through and let this tre pound pop | |
| You all grown now | |
| And I don't care if you from home town | |
| I'll put a slug in the dome clown ' | |
| Cause most of these rappers is talk | |
| I'm the nigga in the back of the court | |
| Wit 5 L's and a 1/2 of a quart | |
| By 7 o' clock | |
| I'm stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump | |
| Boulgin' out my pant leg | |
| I'll put it out and make ya man beg | |
| And shoot 'em anyway | |
| Y'all niggaz penny weight | |
| Niggaz like me just do what the semi say | |
| Any way we can do it any where any day | |
| I'm Paniero bitch, | |
| I ain't the nigga you play hero wit | |
| End up dead, | |
| Ya t-shirt look white it's gon end up red | |
| And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed | |
| BITCH! [Chorus] | |
| I'm hope you lookin' forward to die | |
| Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye | |
| Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head | |
| Or this sword in ya eye | |
| You the shit | |
| I'm the +Lord of the | |
| Flies+ If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz | |
| So I can load up and come toward you wit nines | |
| I spray you and ya man | |
| The coup and the van | |
| The office and the studio where ever you stand | |
| I don't wanna be the king of the coast | |
| Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope | |
| Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast | |
| If you say the guy name, | |
| I'll be ringin ya throat | |
| I don't rap about niggaz | |
| But I do like to cock back hit'em the chest | |
| And blow the back up outta niggas | |
| Ya man is pussy? | |
| I'mma play wit 'em | |
| Look at ya nigga | |
| POP! POP! | |
| POP! now lay wit 'em [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Fields, Styles | |
| Styles P | |
| Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who | |
| I' ll answer back anybody you can think of | |
| I' m S. P. bitch, | |
| I' m the boss of boss | |
| I talk arrogant and me and guys link up | |
| And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you | |
| Then it probably is, | |
| If I can' t getta long witcha | |
| Then I' m gon' hit ' cha, | |
| All in ya face and ya body kid | |
| HOLID | |
| A, Y Styles, hit somethin by trial | |
| I' m the nigga to hate, and when it' s time to merk something bitch | |
| WHAT! I' m on time in my job and | |
| I ain' t never been late | |
| If there' s beef in the hood | |
| A nigga like | |
| P can' t sleep ' til | |
| I' m good ' | |
| Cause somebody dead | |
| This 4 5 gotta hit somebody head | |
| I' m all up in the safe takin' somebody bread Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| Shoot ' em in the head | |
| Shoot ' em in the face or the chest | |
| Then shoot ' em in the waist or the neck | |
| Then shoot ' em in the gut or the mouth | |
| Then shoot ' em in the back and don' t stop ' til the blood runnin out Styles P | |
| Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks | |
| And come through and let this tre pound pop | |
| You all grown now | |
| And I don' t care if you from home town | |
| I' ll put a slug in the dome clown ' | |
| Cause most of these rappers is talk | |
| I' m the nigga in the back of the court | |
| Wit 5 L' s and a 1 2 of a quart | |
| By 7 o' clock | |
| I' m stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump | |
| Boulgin' out my pant leg | |
| I' ll put it out and make ya man beg | |
| And shoot ' em anyway | |
| Y' all niggaz penny weight | |
| Niggaz like me just do what the semi say | |
| Any way we can do it any where any day | |
| I' m Paniero bitch, | |
| I ain' t the nigga you play hero wit | |
| End up dead, | |
| Ya tshirt look white it' s gon end up red | |
| And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed | |
| BITCH! Chorus | |
| I' m hope you lookin' forward to die | |
| Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye | |
| Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head | |
| Or this sword in ya eye | |
| You the shit | |
| I' m the Lord of the | |
| Flies If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz | |
| So I can load up and come toward you wit nines | |
| I spray you and ya man | |
| The coup and the van | |
| The office and the studio where ever you stand | |
| I don' t wanna be the king of the coast | |
| Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope | |
| Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast | |
| If you say the guy name, | |
| I' ll be ringin ya throat | |
| I don' t rap about niggaz | |
| But I do like to cock back hit' em the chest | |
| And blow the back up outta niggas | |
| Ya man is pussy? | |
| I' mma play wit ' em | |
| Look at ya nigga | |
| POP! POP! | |
| POP! now lay wit ' em Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Fields, Styles | |
| Styles P | |
| Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who | |
| I' ll answer back anybody you can think of | |
| I' m S. P. bitch, | |
| I' m the boss of boss | |
| I talk arrogant and me and guys link up | |
| And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you | |
| Then it probably is, | |
| If I can' t getta long witcha | |
| Then I' m gon' hit ' cha, | |
| All in ya face and ya body kid | |
| HOLID | |
| A, Y Styles, hit somethin by trial | |
| I' m the nigga to hate, and when it' s time to merk something bitch | |
| WHAT! I' m on time in my job and | |
| I ain' t never been late | |
| If there' s beef in the hood | |
| A nigga like | |
| P can' t sleep ' til | |
| I' m good ' | |
| Cause somebody dead | |
| This 4 5 gotta hit somebody head | |
| I' m all up in the safe takin' somebody bread Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| Shoot ' em in the head | |
| Shoot ' em in the face or the chest | |
| Then shoot ' em in the waist or the neck | |
| Then shoot ' em in the gut or the mouth | |
| Then shoot ' em in the back and don' t stop ' til the blood runnin out Styles P | |
| Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks | |
| And come through and let this tre pound pop | |
| You all grown now | |
| And I don' t care if you from home town | |
| I' ll put a slug in the dome clown ' | |
| Cause most of these rappers is talk | |
| I' m the nigga in the back of the court | |
| Wit 5 L' s and a 1 2 of a quart | |
| By 7 o' clock | |
| I' m stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump | |
| Boulgin' out my pant leg | |
| I' ll put it out and make ya man beg | |
| And shoot ' em anyway | |
| Y' all niggaz penny weight | |
| Niggaz like me just do what the semi say | |
| Any way we can do it any where any day | |
| I' m Paniero bitch, | |
| I ain' t the nigga you play hero wit | |
| End up dead, | |
| Ya tshirt look white it' s gon end up red | |
| And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed | |
| BITCH! Chorus | |
| I' m hope you lookin' forward to die | |
| Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye | |
| Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head | |
| Or this sword in ya eye | |
| You the shit | |
| I' m the Lord of the | |
| Flies If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz | |
| So I can load up and come toward you wit nines | |
| I spray you and ya man | |
| The coup and the van | |
| The office and the studio where ever you stand | |
| I don' t wanna be the king of the coast | |
| Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope | |
| Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast | |
| If you say the guy name, | |
| I' ll be ringin ya throat | |
| I don' t rap about niggaz | |
| But I do like to cock back hit' em the chest | |
| And blow the back up outta niggas | |
| Ya man is pussy? | |
| I' mma play wit ' em | |
| Look at ya nigga | |
| POP! POP! | |
| POP! now lay wit ' em Chorus |
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