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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, 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 playin' with 'em

Shit real, I know how baggin' a brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch
My real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them feel

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

When shit switch, shit changed
Like James, I'm rich, bitch
Get change, big chain and gliss
I'm with game, I'ma make cake like quick
My album went gold in a month, was a quick flip

Don't say shit, bitch 'cause with the lip bit
Ain't one in the gun, 'till it go click
Then switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm my forearm 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, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you ain't playin' 'em

My is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like Swiss ad
Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you
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 cannot be saved
Fuck a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav

Before my dropped, I rocked show for G's
Blowin' trees, while I'm tourin'
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 eatin' rappers was sales, I'm seven gold
Bout to blow, get set for
on behalf of the next generation

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, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin' 'em

No matter what spit us, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, it look like you got red tints
your GT got a bulletproof F R O N T
Pop them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley

You a and I'm a boss 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 that havin' it all was a casualty of war

I got like a chord 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
'Cause I do sit ups all over the track when it's time

Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machete through the side of your chin
hoodie with the matchin' fitted
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, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't 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, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames you ain't playin' with 'em