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

Shit real, I know how a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the and switch wheels
My real, with the menage and tip drills
me a massage, then show me how them lips feel

I'm shinin' cause I'm clinin' on the still
And I steel, still keep the clip steel
Everything I spit real, I spit ill
Everything I 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 like this quick
My album gold in a month, that was a quick flip

Don't say shit, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Ain't one in the gun, it go click click
Then I'ma switch and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm my forearm 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, 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 how you come
Should've spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time

Throw in the towel, you
Call up Jimmy, Lyles, whoever you want
It's a wrap, your career be saved
Fuck makin' a comeback, you Flavor Flav

Before my album dropped, I rocked 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

got no platinum plaques for records sold
But if eatin' rappers was sales, I'm seven gold
Bout to blow, get set for
Speakin' on behalf of the generation

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 them lames know you ain't playin' 'em

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

You a punk and I'm a boss boy, the U Cheeks
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 keys like a chord when I'm swingin' a
I could bring you the law, got things on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a
'Cause I do sit ups all over the track it's crunch time

Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got scrilla
I'll put this machete through the side of your chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin'
come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin' midgets

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 you ain't 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 playin' with 'em