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TRAE lyrics : "Couple Grand (Remix)"

(feat. Lil'Boss, Jay'Ton, Yung Joc)

[Chorus:]

A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head

A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]

Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh)
in the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh)
a couple grand, a couple shots

couple drip drops, now your leakin won't stop
(*##$ I'm the man just ask Block
shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks (*gun firing*)

(*##$ what's my name, call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan)

I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah)
leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin
here your body lye, box five in monica coffin

you $#&@ with mine, I'll cross ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines
and the worst part (what it is) - is I'm not a coward

visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers

[Chorus]


[Talking:]
Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie

let me get at this (*##$, $$#holes By Nature

[Verse 2: Trae]

I been sittin a second, but now I'm back for the drama
so tell that #~!!@ ^!$$%, he headed for trauma
you'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come $#&@in with Trae

homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get in that $$# with no delay
penitentaries, to cities, and ghettos I got it locked
I'm ABN go check the trunk (*schreeching tires*)I bet I'm fully stocked

I'm so deep in the streets - I started and ain't never gon'stop
and $#&@ a [reversed](*##$, ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box
it ain't no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day

^!$$%s gay, plus it's understood you get it - how you play
I call the shots around my way, I'm that ^!$$% in charge
and $#&@ the talk, you better see me with an entourage


[Verse 3: Yung Joc]
This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs

all sells final, no refunds
once I make the payment, the hits out
I'm not Jeezy - I ain't swappin %#@! out (that's right)

first I tell 'em (what you tell 'em?) - where I want it done (where you want it?)
in the back yard, right in front of his son (*screaming*)
then I tell 'em (what you tell 'em) - where to drop him off

in the Chattahoochie with his dick chopped off (damn)
yeah it sounds harsh, but it's well deserved
feed his $$# to the sharks, for Our'dueuvres

no remorse, no pity
this could happen to you in New Joc City


[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Lil'Boss]

Before the day I want this (*##$ knocked the $#&@ off the globe
while I'm posted inside my crib, in a Hoover blue robe
it's Lil'Boss, I send my villans to seek an elobe

dumpin a few, makin these ^!$$%s hop fences like toads
better practice what they be preechin when $#&@in with me
I introduce yo'ass to hell when $#&@in with me

I got some ^!$$%s that'll go do the job for free
you lose yo'life when tryna mob in the streets like me
any action you ^!$$%s takin need to discipline

you bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, (*##$ you listenin (ya heard me)
price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead
(*##$ ^!$$%s gon'get it the right way, cause it's a code red


[Verse 5: Jay'Ton]
I gotta couple grand for any ^!$$% that want it
you shouldn't have started, now you done got me up on it
see I got ^!$$%s from the West, all the way to fifth ward

I'm Hoover crippin, I got Blood's and B.D's in my squad
it's Jay'Ton ^!$$% and now I'm set trippin
it's A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin
they call me Tarzan (*##$ cause I run with guerillas
I'm certified my older brother !@%^ie was a killer

I'm Slow Loud to the Bang, and I bang to the left
you violate me and I swear I'm gon'bang to the death (BOW)
and it's a damn shame, but I'm playin it dirty
I'm barely twenty, $#&@ ^!$$% you damn near out ya thirties


[Verse 6: Yung Joc]
I gotta couple killers, down in pre - trial
put glass in your food, you %#@! - your guts leak out
the sheriff call your mother and she freak out (*crying*)
got her hittin member up, got him on speed dial

ooh it ain't nothin, but a call away
come home find, your baby sister in the hallway
9 - 1 - 1, but it's too late
she lookin like a maxi pad, bleedin through the duct tape

[Chorus: repeat 'til end]

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