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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, when you see him, go get him
*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 them lames 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 menage and tip
Give me a massage, show me how them lips feel
I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the strip
And I steel, still keep the clip steel
Everything I real, everything I spit ill
Everything spit sick, for
When shit switch, shit changed
Like James, I'm rich bitch
Get change, big chain and gliss
I'm with game, make 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
over my forearm so I could shoot straight

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 them lames know you playin with 'em

My objective is to live lavish, rip mad
Jin stand out like ad libs
Compared to me, shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell corner it's time
in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, you want
It's a wrap, career can not be saved
Fuck makin a comeback, you Flavor Flav
my album dropped, I rocked show for G's
Blowin trees, while I'm tourin
Flew to PR, won a fifty G's
And I'm still poppin up on DVD's
Aint got no platinum plaques for records
But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm times gold
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on behalf of the next

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 know you playin with 'em

No matter what they spit, I ain't convinced
Not at all, brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
your GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T
Pop them 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 that from the Lost 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 like a cord when I'm swingin a sword
I could bring you the law, got things 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 realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machette through the side of your chin
Black hoodie with the fitted
Don't come up short 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, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em (2X)