2 to Da Head

[Intro: Frukwan]<br>Check it out... check it out..<br>Yo.. yo... yo<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Frukwan]<br>Little Johnny Walker Red, 2 to the head<br>Big shot, slingin` crack and rocks, found dead<br>Some say it was the cops<br>Mothers said it was our brothers on the block<br><br>[Frukwan]<br>Yo, makin` stacks of cash money, feel the drama drop<br>CREAM of the crop, I keep it hot<br>Feel the rhyme in it, dominant, fake ass talkin`<br>Muthafuckas fuck the wine, get ya mind open<br>So he wanna sail with the six pack?<br>Cork his thought, shit to muzzle, chase a trouble, pass, guzzle<br>It`s lookin` bad, sellin` every fuckin` thing that he had<br>Osirus, weak ass computer virus<br>The vintage fighter, Johnny United<br>Claim to be the finest heavyweight, walkin` Empire State<br>Livin` lavish, but in exaggerate of lust<br>Funds way to the tongues, no excuse for bigger guns<br>Rendevous makin` moves, the physical endevour<br>Hypin` fright, kill and excite, my P. defender<br>Rended you in comp, like a hundred niggaz when they stomp<br>Muthafuckas get stomped, what?<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Frukwan]<br>Yo, watch when brothers get ill, I knew that<br>Pain and repurcuss`, bust, bust, no discuss<br>Rush in position to blaze, stard bustin`<br>Circumstance put you in a panic, hold ya cannon<br>Fox 5, got ya hangin` from the wire<br>Where the debris trunks, pieces of lead heat up ya body<br>In six to avenge what it is, when a brother gets shell shocked<br>Figure enemies paradox<br>The tense, relentless, never end this<br>The scandal was assault and bust the vault<br>Brothers that fought, at ease<br>Crash the `ment, just to free up butts<br>Lookin` forward and to livin` it up<br>Five/six deep, followin` Jeeps and ordernents<br>Weapon supply, fugitive spies, subordinants<br>Smoke screen, three brothers done lost their lives<br>From the team, while gettin` get caught up in the government scheme<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Frukwan]<br>Yo, brace the armor, face the cap slugs in your back<br>We escape, through the labryinth, hope<br>Battle is skilled decision, act of precision<br>The coke was depth bein` the only one left<br>Couldn`t divide the rules skated with the jewels<br>Lay low with pesos, chronic and blow<br>Add a couple stunts, and his trail got cold<br>Headed straight for the block when he drove his Rolls<br>Seen and heard, yo, word, give me the four<br>Point blank at the tank, empty clip at the dour<br>Slow your roll, the pain was too immense to run<br>Knew that his time would come, top issue<br>Branded by a government official<br>The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block<br>Rounded up six cats whose phones were tapped<br>Still frontin`, nobody knew nothin`, yo!<br><br>[Chorus 2X]