Aim 4 The Head lyrics

Artist  : Jin 
Song : Aim 4 The Head



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 [Chorus]

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

*Watch 'em now, watch 'em now*

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

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



[Cassidy]

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 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 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 niggaz 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]

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

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



[Jin]

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 done

Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want

It's a wrap, your career can not be saved

Fuck 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
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

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



[J-Hood]

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 fuck about your
Bentley

You a punk and I'm a boss boy

It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that
nigga 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
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

Fuck this rap shit, 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' man, we even clappin
midgets



[Chorus]

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
nigga

Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em
(2X)