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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
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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

Shit real, I know how baggin a whole feel
Big deal, hit the and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the 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, still keep the steel
Everything I spit real, I spit ill
spit sick, for real
When shit switch, ain't changed
Rick James, I'm rich bitch
Get change, big chain and gliss
I'm game, I'ma make cake like this quick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick
say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click
Then I'm clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I could shoot

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 them know you ain't playin with 'em

My is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like ad libs
Compared to me, shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, your corner it's time
Throw in the towel, you
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you
It's a wrap, your can not be saved
makin a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav
Before my album dropped, I show for G's
Blowin trees, I'm tourin overseas
to PR, won a quick fifty G's
And I'm still poppin up on DVD's
Aint got no plaques for records sold
But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm seven gold
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on of the next generation

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
Let lames know you ain't playin with 'em

No matter what spit, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your over the window, make it look like you got red tints
Hope your GT got a bulletproof
Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about Bentley
You a punk and I'm a boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that 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 swingin a
I bring you the law, got them things on the fog
We the and I ain't got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do situps all over the when it's crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machette through the of your chin chilla
hoodie with the matchin fitted
Don't come up lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets

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 (2X)