Ruff Ryders - Aim 4 The Head lyrics

(Swizz Beatz) Wooo! Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n***a *Watch 'em now, watch 'em now* (Chorus- Swizz Beatz) (Ca**idy) Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him n***a (Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em) (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 menage and tip drills Give me a ma**age, then show me how them lips feel I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the strip still And I grip steel, still keep the clip steel Everything I spit real, everything I spit ill Everything spit sick, for real When sh** switch, ain't sh** changed Like Rick James, I'm rich b**h Get change, big chain and wrist gliss I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this quick My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip Don't say sh** b**h, 'cause n***az with the lip bit Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click click Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight (Chorus) (Jin) My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs Compared to me, your sh**'s average, no matter how you come Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time Throw in the towel, you done Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want It's a wrap, your career can not be saved f** makin a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav Before my album dropped, I rocked show for G's Blowin trees, while I'm tourin overseas Flew to PR, won a quick fifty G's And I'm still poppin up on Smack DVD's Aint got no platinum plaques for records sold But if eatin rappers was sales, I'm seven times gold Bout to blow, get set for detonation Speakin on behalf of the next generation (Chorus) Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him n***a Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em (J-Hood) Yo! No matter what they spit, I still ain't convinced Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints Hope your GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T Pop with them slugs and give a f** about your Bentley You a punk and I'm a boss boy It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin bout that n***a from the Lost Boys The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall Loosin your head and ya arms was just a casualty of war I got keys like a cord when I'm swingin a sword I could bring you the law, got them things on the fog We the best and I ain't got to spit a punchline 'Cause I do situps all over the track when it's crunchtime f** this rap sh**, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla I'll put this machette through the side of your chin chilla Black hoodie with the matchin fitted Don't come up short lil' n***a, we even clappin midgets, yeah! (Chorus)x2