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lirik lagu aim 4 the head – ruff ryders

aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n-gg-
aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n-gg-
aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n-gg-

aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n-gg-
aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n-gg-
aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him n-gg-
let them lames know you ain’t playin’ with ’em

sh-t 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 m-ssage, 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 sh-t switch, ain’t sh-t changed
like rick james, i’m rich, b-tch
get change, big chain and wrist gliss
i’m with game, i’ma make cake like this quick
my alb-m went gold in a month, that was a quick flip

don’t say sh-t, b-tch ’cause n-gg-z 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

my objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids
jin stand out like swiss ad libs
compared to me, your sh-t’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
f-ck makin’ a comeback, you ain’t flavor flav

before my alb-m 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

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 f-ck about your bentley

you a punk and i’m a boss boy, it’s the u cheeks
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout that n-gg- 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

f-ck this rap sh-t, 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’ n-gg-, we even clappin’ midgets

- ruff ryders

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