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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 know you ain't playin' with 'em

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

I'm shinin' cause I'm clinin' on the strip
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
Like James, I'm rich, bitch
Get change, big chain and wrist
I'm with game, I'ma make cake this quick
My album went 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 switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
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, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you playin' with 'em

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

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

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

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

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 you ain't playin' with 'em

No matter what 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 fuck your Bentley

You a punk and I'm a 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 bring you the law, got them on the fog
We the best and I got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do sit ups all over the track when crunch time

Fuck this rap shit, I've realer, you got thin scrilla
put this machete through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin'
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, you see him, go get him nigga
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 them lames know you playin' with 'em