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'