Aim For The Head Lyrics
Game Aim For The Head
(Intro)
Yo Cass lets they ass know you ain't playin wit em
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Yo Game let them lames know you ain't playin wit em
(Verse)
I got my slugs on
Gettin my thug on
New era brim low
Giovanni rims oh
Phantom got curtains, you can't see through the tints so
Bought a.45 put the barrel on the window
It's me and swizzle for shizzle
V twizzle the pistols
Cock it back if you carry a missle
Can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
If you miss soldier slim do the nolia clap
Or recline the seats in the rover back
Yeah it's me and young cass til hov come back
You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
You be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
Why niggas wanna see me R-I-P
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E
Prayin on my downfall like B-I-G
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
Searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
Wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
Other niggas snitch on em
Like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
He might have bricks on em
I'll send a lil back like the brother of rich porter
Run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
Yeah
(Verse)
Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the menage in tip drills
Gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feelel
I shinin cause I'm grindin on the strip still
And I grip steel still keep the clips fill
Everything I spit real
Everything I spit I'll
Everything I spit sick, for real ain't shit switch
Ain't shit changed, like Rick James I'm rich bitch
Get change big chain the wrist glist
I'm with Game, I'mma make cake like bisquick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say shit bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get
Er'y one in the gun til it go click click
Then I'mma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I can shoot straight
I'm bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches
My flow dope like I go in the booth and shoot base
Duece duece the skates in the coupe great
I'm not broke I cop coke by the suitcase
My boots laced I got base and them white keys
Bout to cop a convertible crib, like Ice T's
And that ice on your sleeve that's light cheese
I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees
(Outro)
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Yo Cass lets they ass know you ain't playin wit em
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Yo Game let them lames know you ain't playin wit em
(Verse)
I got my slugs on
Gettin my thug on
New era brim low
Giovanni rims oh
Phantom got curtains, you can't see through the tints so
Bought a.45 put the barrel on the window
It's me and swizzle for shizzle
V twizzle the pistols
Cock it back if you carry a missle
Can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
If you miss soldier slim do the nolia clap
Or recline the seats in the rover back
Yeah it's me and young cass til hov come back
You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
You be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
Why niggas wanna see me R-I-P
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E
Prayin on my downfall like B-I-G
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
Searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
Wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
Other niggas snitch on em
Like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
He might have bricks on em
I'll send a lil back like the brother of rich porter
Run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
Yeah
(Verse)
Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the menage in tip drills
Gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feelel
I shinin cause I'm grindin on the strip still
And I grip steel still keep the clips fill
Everything I spit real
Everything I spit I'll
Everything I spit sick, for real ain't shit switch
Ain't shit changed, like Rick James I'm rich bitch
Get change big chain the wrist glist
I'm with Game, I'mma make cake like bisquick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say shit bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get
Er'y one in the gun til it go click click
Then I'mma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I can shoot straight
I'm bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches
My flow dope like I go in the booth and shoot base
Duece duece the skates in the coupe great
I'm not broke I cop coke by the suitcase
My boots laced I got base and them white keys
Bout to cop a convertible crib, like Ice T's
And that ice on your sleeve that's light cheese
I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees
(Outro)
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
Aim for the head
When you see em go get em nigga
