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Price Tag by Yung Joc A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

Verse 1
Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll
In da back of his head now his body cold
A couple grand, a couple shots, a couple drip drops, now ya leakin won't stop
Bitch im da man, just ask block, shots rain out, u can hear em from a couple blocks
Bitch wats my name? call me yung joc, I got a great aim, all I need is one shot
Errbody talkin in my neighborhood, I got great lawyers, cuz my paper good,
Leave ya body riddled, weazin and coughin, hear bout it live, fox 5, and monica coffman
U fuck wit mine, I cross ya lifeline, im a graffiti artist, paint chalk out outlines
And the worst part,is im not a coward, visit yo wake and give ya momma dead flowers

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

Verse 2
This is not a movie, no reruns, all sales final, no refunds
Once I make the payment, the hits out, im not jeezy I aint swappin shit out
First I tell him, were I want it done, in the backyard right in front of the sun
Then I tell him, were to drop him off, in the chattahoochie wit his dick chopped off [damn!]
Yea it sounds harsh, but it's well deserve, feed his ass to the sharks or orderves
No remorse, no pity, this can happen to you in new jock city

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand

Verse 3
I got a couple killas, got a great choppa, blast through ya fool,shit ya guts leak out,
The sheriff call ya momma, and she freak out, got a hit meant fo her, dial yo momma speed dial
Oooo it aint nutn, but a call away, come home, find yo baby sista in the hallway
9-1-1, but it's too late, she lookin like a maxi-pad bleeding through da duck tape

A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
A couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand