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

real, I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the menage and tip
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 keep the clip
Everything I spit real, I spit ill
I spit sick, for real

When shit switch, ain't changed
Rick James, I'm rich, bitch
Get change, big chain and wrist
I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this
My album gold in a month, that 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 I'ma switch clips and squeeze like
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 know you ain't playin' with 'em

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

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

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

Ain't got no platinum plaques for records
But if eatin' rappers was sales, I'm seven times
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin' on 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 they spit us, I still ain't
Not at all, brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
your GT got a bulletproof F R O N T
Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about Bentley

You a and I'm a boss boy, it's 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 it all was just a casualty of war

I got keys like a chord when I'm swingin' a
I could 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 rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machete through the of your chin chilla
Black with the matchin' fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even 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 them lames you ain't playin' with 'em