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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
*Watch 'em now, watch 'em
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 how baggin a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and wheels
My real, with 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 grip steel, still keep the steel
Everything I real, everything I spit ill
Everything sick, for real
When switch, ain't shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm bitch
Get change, big and wrist gliss
I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this
My album went gold in a month, that was a flip
say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Aint one in the gun, 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, 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

My objective is to lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your 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, you want
It's a wrap, your career can not be
Fuck makin a comeback, you ain't Flav
Before my album dropped, I show for G's
Blowin trees, while I'm overseas
to PR, won a quick fifty G's
And I'm still poppin up on DVD's
got no platinum plaques for records sold
But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm seven times
Bout to blow, get set for
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, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you ain't playin 'em

No what they 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 your
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 was too big, you had to see the fall
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 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 when it's crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put machette through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even 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)