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