Lyrics:

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand
A couple grand, pprice tag
On 'ya head, on 'ya head, on 'ya head

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head price, price tag on 'ya head
A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand

Watch him die slow
Then his eyes roll in the
Back of his head now his body cold
A couple grand, a couple shots, a couple

Drip drops now 'ya leaking won't stop
Bitch im 'da man just ask block shots rang
Out you can live for a couple blocks
Bitch wut's my name call me Yung Joc

I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Err-body talkin' in my neighborhood
I got great lawyers 'cause my paper good
Leave 'ya body riddle, weezin' and coughin'
Here about live Fox 5 with Monica Coffin

You fuck wit mine I pause 'ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist paint, chalk outlines
And the worst part is I'm not a coward
Visit 'ya wake and give 'ya mamma dead flowers

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand
A couple grand, pprice tag
On 'ya head, on 'ya head, on 'ya head

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head price, price tag on 'ya head
A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand

This is not a movie - cut
No re-runs, All sales final, No refunds,
Once I make a payment, the hits out,
Im not Jeezy, I ain't swappin' shit out - that's rite

First I tell 'em - what you tell 'em
Where I want it done
In the backyard rite in front of his son
Then I tell 'em - what you tell 'em
Where 'ta drop 'em off

In the Chattahoochee wit his dick chopped off
Yea it sounds harsh but it's well deserve
Feed his ass to the sharks for ordurves
No remorse, No pity, this could happen to you in New Joc City

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand
A couple grand, pprice tag
On 'ya head, on 'ya head, on 'ya head

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head price, price tag on 'ya head
A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand

I gotta couple killas, down in three traflan
Blast shoot in ya fugee shit 'ya guts leak out
The Shrieff call 'ya mother and she freak out
Gotta hit mamba up got 'em on speed dial

Oh it ain't nothing but a call away
Come home find 'ya baby sister in the hallway
9-1-1
But it's to late she looking like a Maxi Pad
Bleeding through the dutch tape

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand
A couple grand, pprice tag
On 'ya head, on 'ya head, on 'ya head

A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head price, price tag on 'ya head
A couple grand, price tag
On 'ya head leave 'ya layin' where you stand