[Intro]
Dump Doza, n***a
Get ran the fuck over, n***a
You feel me?
Tzazaza, ta, ta!
Don't make me have to wet one of you n***as, man, for real
Uh

[Chorus]
I'll put a bullet in a wicked-face phony
I ain't shootin' at legs, I'm givin' headshots only
You'll be walkin' with dead, I play the game like Sony
A goodfella n***a, I be livin' like Tony
I'll put a bullet in a wicked-face phony
I ain't shootin' at legs, I'm givin' headshots only
You'll be walkin' with dead, I play the game like Sony
A goodfella n***a, I be livin' like Tony

[Verse 1]
Check the master of rhyme
Asinine bastard causin' hazards
That's a crime to my divine sinnin'
A headshot is what did it
Put him in a casket, left it open for a minute
N***as on the block shootin', start the revolution
The message they give us is like pollution
How many n***as got shot after hoopin'?
It's like n***as bringin' each other they own nooses
Hollow tops for headshots, borrowed Glocks from bread spots
Some lettin' the lead pop, I'm paranoid, I don't trust a soul
I never fold; n***as dyin' from headshots and not gettin' old
My forty-cal dispatch the whole load
Young n***as bred to have a heart so cold
Causin' chaos, puttin' n***as in ghost mode
If I ain't got my gun, I go in poke mode
But honestly, I got a heart of gold
[Chorus]
I'll put a bullet in a wicked-face phony
I ain't shootin' at legs, I'm givin' headshots only
You'll be walkin' with dead, I play the game like Sony
A goodfella n***a, I be livin' like Tony
I'll put a bullet in a wicked-face phony
I ain't shootin' at legs, I'm givin' headshots only
You'll be walkin' with dead, I play the game like Sony
A goodfella n***a, I be livin' like Tony

[Verse 2]
N***as nowadays givin' headshots
N***as nowadays leavin' red spots
N***as nowadays coppin' red dots
N***as nowadays [?] Glocks
Ain't no love in the streets
So even when I'm on the sidewalk, a n***a keepin' the heat
Rather unique, I wanna live to reach my peak
So at times, I might not even speak
'Cause at times, words are cheap
Some things are best unsaid
And some things you wanna bring back are better off dead
And what's dead to me is givin' shots to the leg
'Cause I'm better off givin' you a shot to the head
Tzazazazaza!