Aim 4 the Head

Wooo! 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 ***** *
Watch 'em now, watch 'em now* [Chorus- Swizz Beatz] (Cassidy)
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him *****
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him *****
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him ***** (Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em) [Cassidy]
*****t real,
I know how baggin a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel
I'm *****nin cause
I'm clinin on the strip still
And I grip steel, still keep the clip steel
Everything
I spit real, everything
I spit ill
Everything spit sick, for real
When *****t switch, ain't *****t changed
Like Rick
James, I'm rich *****
Get change, big chain and wrist gliss
I'm with game,
I'ma make cake like this quick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say *****t *****, 'cause *****z with the lip bit
Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so
I could shoot straight [Chorus] [Jin]
My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like
Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your *****t's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time
Throw in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy,
Kevin Lyles, whoever you want
It's a wrap, your career can not be saved
***** makin a comeback, you ain't
Flavor Flav
Before my album dropped,
I rocked show for
G's Blowin trees, while
I'm tourin overseas
Flew to PR, won a quick fifty
G's And I'm still poppin up on
Smack DVD's
Aint got no platinum plaques for records sold
But if eatin rappers was sales,
I'm seven times gold
Bout to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on behalf of the next generation [Chorus]
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him *****
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him *****
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him *****
Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em [J-Hood]
Yo! No matter what they spit,
I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
Hope your
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 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 fall
Loosin your head and ya arms was just a casualty of war
I got keys like a cord when
I'm swingin a sword
I could bring you the law, got them things on the fog
We the best and
I ain't got to spit a punchline '
Cause I do situps all over the track when it's crunchtime
***** this rap *****t,
I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machette through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin fitted
Don't come up short lil' *****, we even clappin midgets, yeah! [Chorus]x2