Artist: Rubbabandz Album: New Jack City, Vol. 1: What the Streets Been Missin' Song: Headshots Typed by: Cno Evil [Rubbabandz] Bandz hold it down like a muthafucka I got bitches holding guns and they will touch ya Trust me, I'm a nigga with a hood degree Stapleton Projects, straight N.Y.C. I'm certified, you don't want no problem with me I got heat, burn niggas to the tenth degree This my hood, get caught slipping out here You can get your top popped off round here Can't stand homo crib Fake ass pimp nigga wit a perm in his hair Low blow, that's right I don't fight fair And I don't pull out guns and shoot up in the air I toke headshots to make ya body rock You get touched then call the cops Fake ass thug nigga, taking the stand Acting like we tight, we ain't really mans Brought some Brooklyn niggas to my mom's house, trynna get me murked out And you supposed to be my right hand? The type of nigga won't do shit to his enemy A killa's best friend, and he supposed to be kinning me You got to be kidding me, nigga you a bitch A fake blood nigga, turned crip, turned snitch Bring that shit, I don't care who you get Put a price on my head, and I still won't get hit