Aim 4 the Head

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, 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 know you ain't playin' with 'em

Shit 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 shinin' 'cause I'm grindin' on the strip still

And I grip steel, still keep the clip steel

Everything I spit real, everything I spit ill

Everything I spit sick, for real

When your shit switch, ain't shit changed

Like Rick James, I'm rich, bitch

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 shit, bitch, 'cause **** with the lip kit

Ain't one in the gun till it go click-click

Then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste

Palm over my forearm so I can shoot straight

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 know you ain't playin' with 'em

Yo, my objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids

Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs

Compared to me, your shit'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're done

Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want

It's a wrap, your career cannot be saved

Fuck makin' a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav

Before my album dropped, I rocked show's 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

Ain't 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

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 know you ain't playin' with 'em

No matter what they spit us, still ain't convinced (Not at all)

Bust your brains over the windows, make it look like you got red tints

Hope your GT got a bulletproof F.R.O.N.T, badass

Pop them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley

You a punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the you Cheeks

And I ain't talkin' 'bout that **** from The Lost Boys

The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall

You had to see that havin' it all was just a causality of war

I got keys like a chord 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 sit ups all over the track when it's crunch time

Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla

I'll put this machete through the side of your chin chilla

Black hoodie with the matchin' fitted

Don't come up short lil' ****, 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, when you see him, go get him, ****

Let them lames know you ain't playin' 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 know you ain't playin' with 'em