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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, when you see him, go get him
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 menage and tip
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips
I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the still
And I grip steel, still keep the clip
Everything I real, everything I spit ill
Everything sick, for real
When shit switch, ain't shit
Like Rick James, I'm rich
Get change, big and wrist gliss
I'm game, I'ma 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
Aint one in the gun, it go click click
Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I 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 them lames know you ain't with 'em

My objective is to lavish, rip mad kids
Jin out like Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on 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
Blowin trees, while I'm 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 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, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you playin with 'em

No matter they spit, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it like you got red tints
Hope your GT got a bulletproof
Pop with them slugs and give a about your Bentley
You a punk and I'm a boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that nigga from the Lost
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 I'm swingin a sword
I could bring you the law, got them on the fog
We the and I ain't got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do situps all over the track it's crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got scrilla
I'll put this machette through the of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin
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, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin 'em (2X)