The Game - Aim 4 the Head lyrics

[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