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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, you see him, go get him nigga
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 know you playin with 'em

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

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

My objective is to live lavish, rip mad
Jin out like Swiss ad libs
to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been on volume one, tell your corner it's time
in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, you want
It's a wrap, your can not be saved
Fuck a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav
Before my dropped, I rocked show for G's
trees, while I'm tourin overseas
Flew to PR, won a quick G's
And I'm still up on Smack DVD's
Aint got no platinum for records sold
But if eatin was sales, I'm seven times gold
Bout to blow, get set for
on behalf 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 lames know you ain't with 'em

No matter what they spit, I still convinced
Not at all, your brains the window, make it look like you got red tints
Hope GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T
Pop with slugs 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 nigga from the Lost Boys
The barrel was too big, you had to see the
You had to see that havin it all was a casualty of war
I got keys like a cord when I'm a sword
I could bring you the law, got them on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a
I do situps all over the track when it's crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin
I'll put this machette through the side of chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin
come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin 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, when you see him, go get him
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em (2X)