(Aim, squeeze, bust) (Aim, squeeze, bust) We was groovin' But that was 'fore they brought him home (Aim, squeeze, bust) The set was bangin' And all his homies really was (Aim, squeeze, bust) You won, remember this mission (Aim, squeeze, bust) Smoke and grinnin', wheels spinnin' (ride) Plenty women and 20 crippin' (come one, bust) Ridin' deep like a coalition (yeah) On a mission, y'all sure gon' miss 'em (bust) 'Cause when I find them, I'm gon' shine the chrome Aim, squeeze and bust, y'all can't hide 'em for long (bust) Hit the weed and pass it to the back Shoot 'em with a mac, sittin' in his lap (aim, squeeze) Ski mask and brownies, lay down you clownies Push the lines and limits, nigga ain't no boundaries Gloves off lead to blood loss Shots ringin' from my hammer with the numbers scrubbed off (bust) Rushed 'em off in the ambulance Doctor's told his bitch he ain't never had a chance Bullets hit him from his [?] down to that nigga [?] They found a couple gram, in the blood trail where that nigga ran (Aim, squeeze, bust) (Aim, squeeze, bust) We was groovin' But that was 'fore they brought him home (Aim, squeeze, bust) The set was bangin' And all his homies really was (Aim, squeeze, bust) 'Cause now some dead in streets The homeboys packin' straps (yeah) (straps, straps, straps) (Aim, squeeze, bust) You know a problem ain't a problem when you time up and rob 'em Homies pulled up, whisper that "We got 'em" Yeah mutherfucker, we started from the bottom We ain't going back, that's we shot 'em Everybody say that they harder than the bullet So why does it attract me every time I pull it? I don't back and forth, I don't fight and fuss All I do is cuss and I aim, squeeze, bust If you think I'm just a rapper Yeah I'm a rapper, but I'm smart as Hewlett-Packard Take the life of a dope dealer and a jacker Put it in a song, sell it back to the cracker (bust) Now you ain't supposed to get hypnotized by this shit (no) 'Cause you gon' live through all the shit that I spit (yeah) But if you wanna trip, still wanna be a crip When they catch you slip, they (Aim, squeeze, bust) (Aim, squeeze, bust) We was groovin' But that was 'fore they brought him home (Aim, squeeze, bust) The set was bangin' And all his homies really was (Aim, squeeze, bust) 'Cause now some dead in streets The homeboys packin' straps (straps, straps, straps) (Aim, squeeze) Hey, motherfucker! What the fuck you doin'? I said, what you doin'? I thought You thought what? What the fuck you lookin' at me for? The man asked you a question What the hell are you doin' here? Nothin', I'm just here Look, I don't wanna get in the middle of no big gang hassle Gang? You think we're some big punk-ass gang? I'm a businessman These are my associates Whatever you say man Suckin' it (bust), but I ain't lovin' it Fuckers ain't to be trusted You can get popped in your nugget when ya at the top like a subject Ain't too much out my budget, and ain't too much out my range When you havin' your chance, you gotta practice your aim That's why I hypnotis the game Shootin' range on some private land Where I can bust in bear bottles and milk cartons and soda cans While I love, smile and hug you, but won't you offer the seed When you see snakes in your dreams, prefer to (aim, squeeze, bust) Uh, 'cause you never know These pussies act just like a hoe instead of goin' toe to toe These pussies'll say that they rock through the back door How many goons do they bring? Most of the time it's 4, get off it (bust) Don't wait till later Open 'em up with holes in 'em like a cheese grater These double two thirds will leave your body dismembered I practice shooting with my left in case my right get (aim, squeeze, bust) (Aim, squeeze, bust) (Aim, squeeze, bust) Aim, squeeze, ridin' through the city late at night I've been movin' like this, my whole life If I stay away too long, It don't feel right That's why I pull up, nothin' but love bruh Everywhere we go (bust), somebody got one We can talk it out, but can't nobody stop nothin' This too much talkin' gon' get you hurt real fast Now they start bustin' at you ass (Aim, squeeze, bust) You ain't a punk, you don't wanna run from 'em But everybody in this room got a gun on 'em Gotta try and stay save, it's a violent place We ain't make it that way, we keepin' up the pace 'Cause when a nigga from the hood hit a certain age Ain't no time off, every day's a workday So if they fuckin' with you, and enough is enough You gotta aim, squeeze and then bust (Aim, squeeze, bust) (Aim, squeeze, bust) We was groovin' But that was 'fore they brought him home (Aim, squeeze, bust) The set was bangin' And all his homies really was (Aim, squeeze, bust) 'Cause now some dead in streets The homeboys packin' straps (straps, straps, straps) (Aim, squeeze, bust)