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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
*Watch 'em now, 'em now*
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 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, the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then 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 spit real, I spit ill
Everything sick, for real
When 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 like quick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick
Don't say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz the lip bit
Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click
Then I'm gon'switch and squeeze like toothpaste
over 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, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em

My objective is to live lavish, rip mad
Jin stand out like Swiss ad
Compared to me, shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your it's time
Throw in the towel, you
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, you want
a wrap, your 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
to PR, won a quick fifty G's
And I'm poppin up on Smack DVD's
Aint got no platinum for records sold
But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm seven gold
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on behalf of the 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, when you see him, go get him
Let lames know you ain't playin with 'em

No what they spit, I still 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 with slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley
You a and I'm a boss boy
It's the U Cheeks and I talkin bout that nigga from the Lost Boys
The was too big, you had to see the fall
You had to see that havin it all was just a of war
I got keys like a cord I'm swingin a sword
I could bring you the law, got things on the fog
We the and I ain't got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do situps all over the track when it's
Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie the matchin fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin

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 (2X)