J-Hype - Bullet to the Head Lyrics

Take a bullet to the head
Ima make it go fed
Ima ima ima make it
Ima make it go fed
Break the bank I'm a hustla
Ima making moe bread
Only f*ck with a chickenhead
Dat give me good head
Eyes low from the kush
They a have to go red
I been thuggin all my life
I just can't change my way
And the way that I move
I just can't change my play
I been way too smart
Just to lose my place

Ima put it in the air
Just cuz this life ain't fair
Ima do it cuz I care
That's why my kind so rare
Ima keep her in the air
Like she was bustin a flare
They play a scary movie
But yo boi not scared
So I'm cuttin, even f*ckin'
These bitches, they press my buttons
So my barrel what they suckin'
They fall for the love of money
They fall for the love of thuggin'
No bluffin', I'm holding something
Buck shots when the 12-gauge pumpin'
These slugs say they dump dumpin'
My blood rushing when they coming
I came in stunning and running
Ima 2Pac, you a Puffy
All you lamest just keep truckin'
To a mongoose from a Huffy
I'm Cheech & Chong up in smoke
'Cause of the loud that I'm puffin'
I eat good, so I stay chubby
Still a crook when no one love me

Ay, gotta stay strapped
Up with that AR-15
Leave these haters bloody
In case they try to f*ck with the fam
We gonna leave them looking funny
Hunted down all them bad bitches
But watch out
'Cause they gonna quick
To leave a nigga with nothing
Set a nigga up
For we still gonna be running
The motherf*cking streets of that RGV
Steadily thuggin'
The police with Dickies
Cortezes on my feet
There's no stopping us
With the OGs getting rid of O's
Bitch, I ain't bluffing
Mossberg pump, you better be lucky
Coming with a strong team
'Cause me and my niggas thuggin'
Got my little cousins strapped
Ready for the rumbling
All it takes is one call
They gonna be coming
Better pray to the Lord
'Cause they gonna be coming for y'all

Take a bullet to the head
Ima make it go fed
Ima ima ima make it
Ima make it go fed
Break the bank I'm a hustla
Ima making moe bread
Only f*ck with a chickenhead
Dat give me good head
Eyes low from the kush
They a have to go red
I been thuggin all my life
I just can't change my way
And the way that I move
I just can't change my play
I been way too smart
Just to lose my place

Bullet to the head
Bullet to the head
If you ever f*ck with me
My nueve on my lap
Always ready to get busy
My boys don't play
You better get away
We coming for the brain
Like your bitch give it away

Ay, vengo por tu cuadra
Tu clicka no tiene nada
Me vale pura verga porque
Neta no traen nada
Se los dejo de tarea pa'
Que sepan con quien andan
La bala a la mente
Eso es lo que pasa

Eso lo que pasa cuando
Juegan con mi raza
Se me vienen todos wangos
Pinches vatos escrapas
I say it like it is
Ain't no sugar-coating bitch
Póngase la falda porque
Putas lo que reclaman

I'm number 23 'cause I ball
2 point 3, that's how I ball
A 3.5, that an 8 ball
I hate this damn game
I don't hate y'all
Why you gotta do me like that
Do me like that
Screw me like that
Can't fool me like that
Why you talking to me like that?
I want all of that gun smoke
I'm stupid like that
I'm a bullet to the head
Afros, braids, and dreads
I'm an anybody killer
Never mind what a bitch says
This nigga
Who the f*ck you killing?
You ain't no killer
On the real, killers can't chill
All we do is f*ck bitches

Take a bullet to the head
Ima make it go fed
Ima ima ima make it
Ima make it go fed
Break the bank I'm a hustla
Ima making moe bread
Only f*ck with a chickenhead
Dat give me good head
Eyes low from the kush
They a have to go red
I been thuggin all my life
I just can't change my way
And the way that I move
I just can't change my play
I been way too smart
Just to lose my place