[Chorus]   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   *Watch 'em now, watch 'em now*   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em      [Cassidy]   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 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   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]   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em      [Jin]   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 can not 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   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 nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em      [J-Hood]   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 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 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   Fuck this rap shit, 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' nigga, we even clappin midgets      [Chorus]   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga   Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em (2X)