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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
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

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

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

When shit switch, shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm rich,
Get change, big chain and gliss
I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this
My album went gold in a month, that was a flip

Don't say shit, 'cause niggaz 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 could shoot

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 ain't playin' 'em

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

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

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

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

You a and I'm a boss 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 havin' it all was just a casualty of war

I got keys like a chord when I'm a sword
I bring 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 crunch

Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got scrilla
I'll put this through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin'
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, 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

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 you ain't playin' with 'em