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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
*Watch 'em now, 'em now*
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let lames know you ain't playin with 'em

Shit real, I know how baggin a whole feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch
My chicks real, with the menage and tip
Give me a massage, then show me how them feel
I'm shinin cause I'm on the strip still
And I grip steel, still keep the clip
Everything I spit real, everything I ill
Everything sick, for real
When shit switch, ain't changed
Rick James, I'm rich bitch
Get change, big and wrist gliss
I'm with game, I'ma cake like this quick
My album gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz the lip bit
one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I could straight

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames you ain't playin with 'em

My objective is to lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like Swiss ad
Compared to me, your shit's average, no how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner time
in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, you want
It's a wrap, your career can not be
Fuck makin a comeback, you ain't Flav
Before my album dropped, I rocked for G's
trees, while I'm tourin overseas
Flew to PR, won a fifty G's
And I'm still up on Smack DVD's
Aint got no plaques for records sold
But if rappers was sales, I'm seven times gold
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on of the next generation

Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em

No matter what spit, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look you got red tints
Hope your GT got a bulletproof
Pop them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley
You a punk and I'm a boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout nigga from the Lost Boys
The barrel was too big, you had to see the
You had to see that havin it all was just a of war
I got keys a cord when I'm swingin a sword
I could you the law, got them things on the fog
We the best and I got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do situps all over the track when it's
Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machette through the side of chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin
Don't come up lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets

Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let lames know you ain't playin with 'em (2X)