[Hook]
[Swizz Beatz] (3x)
Aim for the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
[The Game]
Yo Ca**' lets they a** know you ain't playin' wit 'em
[Swizz Beatz] (3x)
Aim for the head
When you see 'em go get 'em n***a
[Ca**idy]
Yo game let them lames know you ain't playin' wit 'em
[The Game]
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
co*k it back if you carry a missle
Can't cross both of your arms, n***a 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 Ca**' 'til Hov come back
You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
You be the first n***a to bring penny loafers back
Why n***as wanna see me 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 the co*kpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
Searchin my sh** tryin to find my 3 times 3
They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
Wit enough bodies on it to get a n***a 5 times 5
Other n***as snitch on em
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
[Ca**idy]
sh** real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the ménage and tip drills
Gimme a ma**age, 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 real
Everything I spit ill
Everything I spit sick, for real ain't sh** switch
Ain't sh** changed, like Rick James I'm rich b**h
Get change big chain the wrist glist
I'm with Game, I'mma make cake like bisquick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Dont say sh** b**h, cause n***as wit the lip get
Er'y one in the gun til it go click click
Then I'mma 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
Im 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 thats light cheese
I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees
[Hook]
[The Game] (2x)
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 n***a stop frontin