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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
'em now, watch '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, when you see him, go get him
Let lames know you ain't playin with 'em

Shit real, I know how a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and wheels
My chicks real, the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips
I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the strip
And I grip steel, keep the clip steel
I spit real, everything I spit ill
Everything spit sick, for
When shit switch, shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm rich
Get change, big and wrist gliss
I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this
My album went in a month, that was a quick flip
say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Aint one in the gun, it go click click
Then I'm clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I could straight

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 lames know you ain't playin with 'em

My objective is to lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your average, no matter how you come
been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time
Throw in the towel, you
Call up Jimmy, Lyles, whoever you want
It's a wrap, your career can not be
Fuck a comeback, you ain't Flavor 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 poppin up on Smack
Aint got no platinum for records sold
But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm times gold
Bout to blow, get set for
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, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you ain't with 'em

No matter they spit, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
Hope GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T
Pop with them and give a fuck about your Bentley
You a and I'm a boss boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that nigga from the Boys
The was too big, you had to see the fall
You had to see that it all was just a casualty of war
I got keys like a cord when I'm swingin a
I could bring you the law, got things on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to a punchline
I do situps all over the track when it's crunchtime
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 short lil' nigga, we even midgets

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 (2X)