Aim 4 The Head Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em 

Shit 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 massage, 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 I spit sick, for real 

When shit switch, ain't shit changed 

Like Rick James, I'm rich, bitch 

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 shit, bitch 'cause niggaz with the lip bit 

Ain't one in the gun, 'till it go click click 

Then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste 

Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em 

My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids 

Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs 

Compared to me, your shit'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 cannot be saved 

Fuck 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 

Ain't 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 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em 

No matter what they spit us, 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 fuck about your Bentley 

You a punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the U Cheeks 

And I ain't talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The Lost Boys' 

The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall 

You had to see that havin' it all was just a casualty of war 

I got keys like a chord 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 sit ups all over the track when it's crunch time 

Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla 

I'll put this machete through the side of your chin chilla 

Black hoodie with the matchin' fitted 

Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin' midgets 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga 

Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em