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', let their 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 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, fo' 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 Soulja Slim, do the Nolia Clap Or recline the seats, in the Rover, back Yeah, it's me and young Cass', till 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 RI p? Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E Prayin' on my downfall, like BI g I be in the cockpit ridin' dirty, like T-I-P Po'-po' pull me over, wanna see ID Searchin' my shit, trynna' find my three times three They don't know, I got four times four in the backseat Wit' enough bodies on it to get a nigga five times five Other niggas snitch on him 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 Shit real, I know how baggin' a whole brick feel Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels My chick's real, with the ménage and tip drills Give me a massage, yeah, show me how them lips feel I shinin', 'cause I'm grindin' on the strip still And I grip steel, still keep the clips still Everything I spit's real, everything I spit's ill Everything I spit's 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'ma 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' 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 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 ki's 'Bout to cop a convertible crib like Ice-T's And that ice on your sleeve, that's light cheese I spend a 100 Gs a year on white tees 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', let their 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 If you wanna go to war, then pop somethin' If you wanna go to war, then pop somethin' If you wanna go to war, then pop somethin' You can't afford a Swizz track, nigga, stop frontin'