Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Money on ya head

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... [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 Pull up on the strip, straps out the window Catch him with his bitch, shots at his bimbo Talking murder 1, death to them fuck niggas I heard that slick shit you said that wassup niggas Light skin but I get busy on em Light skin but I get busy on em Level 1 vest, clips full extended Grind I be on mine and you know that Styling on these niggas fucking all they hoes Vs1’s on my neck, fresh on parole Hit my nigga p, met me out in farah We get money nigga, fuck niggas talking bout Hopped out that blue thang with the hard top Fucking with them coke boys, you’s a long shot They still know the game Shot my southside niggas it’s queen thang Prolly on a pimp, prolly on some lean mane Talk crazy shooters aiming at your beam maine It’s ramadan and I’m eating like I’m breaking fat Told shawty bust it open, but I’m staking at [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 throough your block Niggas spin all throough 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 I roll the weed, inside the swisher Take a good look at my wrists, this where my pockets get you Gold chains, gold rings, try to scheme, then that choppa hit you For rock america, catching bodies for fun And when them cops come, rushing the lobbies we run Got your girl twerk it, everytime that she come And if chains get that hoe on the molly, she done Them o shea, grind hard get no sleep That’s why I rest that coke boys and that infamous And we roll deep Goons talking that straight heat So keep a cool like ac’s Smoking on that og, my kush loud like my dre’s be dog Quit talking like you real, you ain’t never been If my youngins spin the block, they gonn let it ring Break em off, sound proper And I put that on my hood, ain’t nothing changed [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