(feat. Jin & J-Hood)
Hook
Swizz Beats & The Game:
Swizz Beats:
Aim 4 the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
Aim 4 the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
Aim 4 the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
The Game:
Ca** let they a** know you ain't playin' wit' 'em
Swizz Beats:
Aim 4 the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
Aim 4 the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
Aim 4 the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
Ca**idy:
Game let them lames know you ain't playin' wit' 'em
Verse 1
The Game:
I got my slugs on
Gettin' my thug on
New Aero prim low Giovanni rims, oh
The Phantom got curtains you can't see through the tint so
Bought a 45 put the beer on the window
It's me and Swiggle for shizzle
V twizzle the pistols
co*k it back if you carry a missile
Then cross both of your arms n***a fold it back
If you missed Soulja Slim do da Nolia Clap
All recliner seats in the Rover back
Yeah it's me and Young Ca** 'til HOV come back
You wanna see us both dead then load ya gat
We be da first n***as to bring Pennyloafers back
Why n***as wanna see my R-I-P
Empty the clip in a n***a before I D-I-E
Prayin' on my downfall like B-I-G
I be in da co*kpit ride dirty like T-I-P
Po-po pull me over wanna see ID
Searchin' my sh**, tryna find my 3 times 3
They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the back seat
With enough bodies on to get a n***a 5 times 5
Other n***as snitch on 'em
Like if you got the Rover parked crooked in the front he might have bricks on 'em
I send the lamp back like a brotha in Rich Porter
When I bone you again you a buck 50 like 6 Quarters, yeah
Verse 2
Ca**idy:
sh** real I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
Big deal hit da garage and switch wheels
My chicks real with the Ménage and tip drills
Gimmie a ma**age then show me how them lips feel
And I'ma grind cuz im shinein' on the strip steel
And I grip steel, still keep the clips filled
Everything I spit real
Everything I spit ill
Everything I spit sick for real
Ain't sh** switch
Ain't sh** change
Like Rick James I'm rich b**h
Get change, big chain to wrist glist
I'm with Game I'ma make cake like biscuits
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say sh** b**h
Cuz n***as with the lip get
Every one in the gun 'til it go click click
And I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I could 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
Deuce deuce the 'scapes in the coupe grape
I ain't broke I got coke by the suitcase
My boots laced I got the base in them white keys
I'ma bout to cop the Convertible crib like Ice-T's
And dat ice on your sleeve dat's light cheese
I spend 100 Gs a year on white Tees
Hook
Bridge
The Game:
If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin'
If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin'
If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin'
You can't afford a Swizz track n***a stop frontin'
(Repeat)