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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
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 playin' with 'em

Shit real, I know how baggin' a 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 them feel

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

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 niggaz the lip bit
one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Then I'ma clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my so I could 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, 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 out like Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's

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

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

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

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 know you ain't playin' 'em

No matter what they us, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look you got red tints
your GT got a bulletproof 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 talkin' 'bout 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 keys like a chord I'm swingin' a sword
I could bring you the law, got them on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to a punchline
'Cause I do sit ups all over the track it's crunch time

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

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 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 lames know you ain't playin' with 'em