[Chorus]
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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*Watch 'em now, watch 'em now*
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em
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[Cassidy]
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Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel
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Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
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My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills
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Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel
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I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the strip still
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And I grip steel, still keep the clip steel
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Everything I spit real, everything I spit ill
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Everything spit sick, for real
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When shit switch, ain't shit changed
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Like Rick James, I'm rich bitch
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Get change, big chain and wrist gliss
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I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this quick
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My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
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Don't say shit bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
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Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click click
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Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
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Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight
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[Chorus]
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em
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[Jin]
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My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids
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Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs
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Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come
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Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time
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Throw in the towel, you done
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Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want
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It's a wrap, your career can not be saved
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Fuck makin a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav
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Before my album dropped, I rocked show for G's
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Blowin trees, while I'm tourin overseas
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Flew to PR, won a quick fifty G's
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And I'm still poppin up on Smack DVD's
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Aint got no platinum plaques for records sold
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But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm seven times gold
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Bout to blow, get set for detonation
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Speakin on behalf of the next generation
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[Chorus]
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em
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[J-Hood]
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No matter what they spit, I still ain't convinced
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Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
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Hope your GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T
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Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley
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You a punk and I'm a boss boy
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It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that nigga from the Lost Boys
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The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall
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Loosin your head and ya arms was just a casualty of war
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I got keys like a cord when I'm swingin a sword
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I could bring you the law, got them things on the fog
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We the best and I ain't got to spit a punchline
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'Cause I do situps all over the track when it's crunchtime
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Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
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I'll put this machette through the side of your chin chilla
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Black hoodie with the matchin fitted
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Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets
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[Chorus]
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
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Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em (2X)
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Aim 4 The Head
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| Jin |
