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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, 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

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

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

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

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

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 playin' with 'em

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

Throw in the towel, you
Call up Jimmy, Lyles, whoever you want
a wrap, your career cannot be saved
Fuck makin' a comeback, you Flavor Flav

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

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

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 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 look like you got red
your GT got a bulletproof F R O N T
Pop with them slugs and a fuck about your Bentley

You a and I'm a boss boy, it's the U Cheeks
And I talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The Lost Boys'
The barrel was too big, you had to see the
You had to see that havin' it all was a casualty of war

I got keys like a chord I'm swingin' a sword
I bring you the law, got them things on the fog
We the best and I got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do sit ups all over the track when it's crunch

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