HEAD SHOTS - Tobe Nwigwe/D Smoke
Lyrics by：Tobe Nwigwe/D Smoke
Composed by：Tobe Nwigwe/D Smoke
Ooh
Look
Coast to coast my approach to
The quotes ain't the most grandiose
But to commodes I'm still the hot caca
Top shottas and Glock poppers know I spit hot lava
In hopes to hear a verse that may can stop trauma
Or at least ease the pain
'Cause where I'm from kappas
Don't flip cane drug dealers do
And if it just so happen that you hear some cappin'
And your partners let it rain you a killer too
You know guilty by association
Flow filthy how I'm still me yet forgo degradin'
The ones who hold the essence of maternity
Fervently use my vocal chords to show you currency
Is low key found in respect for women
Not having hoes in line like connect four ooh
Aw hell nah let that ho sit look
I pray you peep the fact that I'm genuine
And allow the sentiments of my sentences to take root
'Cause I don't weave these bars for the Benjamins
I do it for the villainous gentlemen that chase loot
In hopes to fill a void of fulfillment the illness
That fills us can often be healed by stillness
In the presence of the one who focuses on lames
And lepers all the same but ain't
'Bout fortune or no fame hold up
'Cause it ain't about no fortune
But I pray you get yo' bread
'Cause this block ain't hot it's scorchin'
And they comin' for yo' head
So you best duck
Or get out the way
'Cause it ain't luck
When them choppas spray
It's headshots
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh ooh headshots
I don't want to get hit by headshots
As I walk through the valley where they shower
Rain down bullets by the hour
I sang loud unafraid let it bang out
Why fire 'cause they cutting off yo' router
Ai yi yi life'll throw you little spice like a
Thai fried rice
I can show you how to be the light
When it's night night for the opposition
Be on my Mekhi Phife
Pay me in full I'm out the kitchen
With gourmet dishes yeah four course verses
Spit this 'til I'm more hoarse than a saddle
'Cause I ride for my homies that I slid in them hearses
Gone too soon wearing locs in the church
While my tears still fell down my cheeks
On the surface we angry
Can't show folks that we hurtin'
Took action an infraction led to a misdemeanor
Now you askin' the judge Is it worth it
Purple leaves with crystal beads
You roll up trees to medicate pain for the moment
You po' up shots to slow up thoughts
Of loading shells into barrels with yo' veins full of Cognac
Sittin' wonderin' where you went wrong at
Then you get a call where the phone at
Voice on the other side says come home baby
You ain't alone it's time to win yo' soul back
'Cause it ain't about no fortune
And I pray you get yo' bread
'Cause this block ain't hot it's scorchin'
And they coming for yo' head
So you best duck
Or get out the way
'Cause it ain't luck
When them choppas spray
It's headshots
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh ooh it's headshots
I don't want to get hit by headshots
