Money on ya head Prodigy (Ft. Feat. Chinx Drugz & Boogz Boogetz)

Money On Ya Head
[Hook]
I put some money on your head
I put some money on your head
That’s just the type of shit we on
That’s just the type of shit we on
Niggas spin all through your block
Niggas spin all through your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Some problems
I bet that choppa break him off
Talking some problems
Niggas spin all throough your block
I bet that choppa break you off
Fuck with me now

Good god, this stupid hog
Reminds me at nighttime, the boulevard
Makes me think of murder, when you least expected it
Reminds me to keep that thing within reach
For niggas tryina catch you, put you on camcord
All they gonn see is blood, put that on the blog
Have me sitting up
Doing 15 in tin cans
Hot as hell fuck a lil comisary fan
And core craft so, they thought I was jokes
He assumed it was an easy mark, now he knows
All I do is chill, I be known my value
Pushing my threshold, I turn up the valium
Talking gay shit, I put these bullets inside you
You’re my gun straight homo, my knife fuck torso
Now you suppose that, and let the wounds marinate
Pussy...