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

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

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

When shit switch, ain't shit
Rick James, I'm rich, bitch
Get change, big chain and gliss
I'm with game, make cake like this quick
My went 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, it go click click
Then switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
over my forearm 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 lames know you playin' with 'em

My objective is to live lavish, rip mad
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 it's time

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

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

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

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

You a punk and I'm a boy, it's the U Cheeks
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that from 'The Lost Boys'
The barrel was too big, you had to see the
You had to see that it all was just a casualty of war

I got keys like a chord I'm swingin' a sword
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 it's crunch time

Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machete through the side of your chilla
Black hoodie with the fitted
Don't come up short 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 know you ain't 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, you see him, go get him nigga
Let lames know you ain't playin' with 'em