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Price On Your Head Lyrics - Singles - Johnny Polygon

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

All this, all this, what's the meaning all this? 

The posters on the wall and the pictures in the wallets 

Call us, call us, why the hell you don't call us? 

The reason should be obvious, blood is thicker than water is 

 

So you moved in the jungle then got lost in it 

And everything comes crumbling in a hot minute 

It's a wonderful life with a hell of a price to pay 

Pictures speak a thousand words, developed a write away 

 

Slick flick, snap shots, rollin' by the crack spot 

Fat wad of cash gets snatched up outta half knots 

Or have what evers, pass my Beretta 

.38 Special, perhaps they knew me better 

 

So God bless everyone who do them thangs 

Everything changed once the click clack came 

God bless everyone who do them thangs 

Everything changed once the click clack came 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

Got'cha name, got'cha number 

Came here fall, won't make it till summer 

Came here to ball, but you couldn't make a bundle 

That type of downfall could make a nigga humble 

 

Niggas been gettin' got since way way back 

The mob gets even till they get paid back 

And some niggas say that, and some niggas don't 

Some niggas play that, and some niggas won't 

 

As you can see me gone, with some clean jeans on 

Rollin' down the boulevard with my TV's 

He hopped out the fryin' pan and into the fire 

Now his ass is runnin' from that gun for hire 

 

So God bless everyone who do them thangs 

Everything changed once the click clack came 

It's God bless everyone who do them thangs 

Everything changed once the click clack came 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

 

There's a price on your head, young man 

There's a bullet with your name on it 

See the posters on the wall 

Can you see the posters on the wall? 

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