Aim 4 the Head

[Hook] [Swizz Beatz] (3x) Aim for the head When you see 'em go get 'em nigga [The Game] Yo Cass' lets they ass know you ain't playin' wit 'em [Swizz Beatz] (3x) Aim for the head When you see 'em go get 'em nigga [Cassidy] 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 Cock it back if you carry a missle Can't cross both of your arms, nigga 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 Cass' 'til Hov come back You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat You be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back Why niggas wanna see me R-I-P Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E Prayin on my downfall like B-I-G I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D Searchin my shit 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 nigga 5 times 5 Other niggas 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 [Cassidy] Shit 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 massage, 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 shit switch Ain't shit changed, like Rick James I'm rich bitch 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 shit bitch, cause niggas 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 nigga stop frontin