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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
*Watch 'em now, watch 'em
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

Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick
Big deal, hit the garage and switch
My real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips
I'm shinin I'm clinin on the strip still
And I grip steel, still keep the clip
I spit real, everything I spit ill
Everything spit sick, for
shit switch, ain't shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm bitch
Get change, big chain and wrist
I'm with game, I'ma make cake this quick
My went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say shit bitch, 'cause with 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 could shoot

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 ain't with 'em

My is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like ad libs
Compared to me, your shit's average, no 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, career can not be saved
Fuck a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav
Before my dropped, I rocked show for G's
Blowin trees, 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 was sales, I'm seven 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, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin 'em

No matter what they spit, I ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it like you got red tints
your GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T
Pop with them and give a fuck about your Bentley
You a punk and I'm a boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin that nigga from the Lost Boys
The barrel was too big, you had to see the
You had to see havin it all was just a casualty of war
I got keys like a cord when I'm a sword
I bring you the law, got them things on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a
'Cause I do situps all over the when it's crunchtime
this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machette through the side of chin chilla
Black with the matchin fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we 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 lames know you ain't playin 'em (2X)