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Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him

Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you ain't playin' 'em

Shit real, I know how baggin' a whole brick
Big deal, hit the garage and wheels
My chicks real, with the and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips

I'm shinin' cause I'm clinin' on the strip
And I grip steel, keep the clip steel
Everything I spit real, everything I ill
Everything I sick, for real

When shit switch, ain't shit
Like James, I'm rich, bitch
Get change, big and wrist gliss
I'm with game, I'ma make cake this quick
My album gold in a month, that was a quick flip

say shit, bitch 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Ain't one in the gun, 'till it go click
Then I'ma clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my so I could shoot straight

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin' 'em

My objective is to 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

in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Lyles, whoever you want
It's a wrap, your career be saved
Fuck makin' a comeback, you ain't Flavor

Before my album dropped, I show for G's
Blowin' trees, I'm tourin' overseas
Flew to PR, won a fifty G's
And I'm still up on Smack DVD's

Ain't got no platinum plaques for sold
But if rappers was sales, I'm seven times gold
Bout to blow, get set for
Speakin' on behalf of the next

Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Let lames know you ain't playin' with 'em

No matter what they spit us, I still 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 boss boy, it's the U
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 keys like a when I'm swingin' a sword
I bring you the law, got them things on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a
I do sit ups all over the track when it's crunch time

Fuck rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machete the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin'
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin'

Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you playin' with 'em

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim 4 the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't with 'em