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

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

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

When switch, ain't shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm rich,
Get change, big chain and wrist
I'm with game, make cake like this quick
My album went gold in a month, was a quick flip

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

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 you ain't playin' with 'em

My objective is to lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner time

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

my album dropped, I rocked show for G's
Blowin' trees, while I'm tourin'
Flew to PR, won a quick G's
And I'm still poppin' up on DVD's

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

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
Let them know you ain't playin' with 'em

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

You a punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the U
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The 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 could bring you the law, got things on the fog
We the best and I got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do sit ups all over the when it's crunch time

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

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 you ain't playin' with 'em

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