Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aiming at You, artist - Mr. Lil One. Date of issue: 08.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aiming at You |
| Well let me just sick em, stick em |
| When they down kick em |
| Your boys wanna make noice pistol |
| Whip em all, shot’s I call |
| Go ahead and stand up boom you fall |
| Down to the grave stone didy on |
| I got’s more shit then a voice got tone |
| Put up your guard let me see you battle |
| Oh you can’t now you wanna tattle |
| Tell and offend me wanna come tend me |
| Bring the law I got my slugs to defend me |
| It’s sounds like a party bring the Bacardi |
| Drops more pigs then a morgues got bodies |
| Come and come and get some |
| Bodies let me wet some |
| Step to the Lil One and you get none |
| Blast real fast you know you won’t last |
| The haunt is in the house, it’s me so don’t ask |
| I don’t give a mad fuck when I’m rollin |
| Tu I be wipen off the map now I |
| Think you better run cause next to me stand the son |
| Of a double barrel shot gun the Lil One |
| He’s my mothafuckin pedro together we be roll |
| We be strollin bullets I’m loadin |
| Fight man to man then your eye ball be swollin |
| Don’t fuck around Hollow Point be controlin |
| You know I be down with that cuete I’m holdin |
| So fall to the ground with a mothafuckin hole in your brain |
| I shoot like John Wayne then I’m outty |
| Brown Skin mothafuckin loks that are rowdy |
| Step to the man face to face it doesn’t matter what race |
| Now my bullets you’ll taste |
| You’ll swallow hollow points slug |
| When you fuck with these thugs |
| Now we got to spray you like bugs |
| Well I’m a fuck it up now so I guess you better run son |
| What’s the matter now did my gun catch your tongue |
| Creepin on the fools puttin em in a casket |
| Slam dunkin fools like a ball in a basket |
| You can never fade me huda never rade me |
| Clockin all the dough the fee straight pay me |
| So you can eat a dick up punk it’s a stick up |
| Walk through my hood your goods you gotta give up |
| I’ll smoke you and croak you choke you when I wanna |
| Never take me out if you do well then I’ma haunt ya |
| I see you’ve awaken tremblin and shaken |
| Comin after the reeper you life that I’m takin |
| Blast and assasin bust and capin |
| Silly mothafuckas I started way back in |
| So you better run before you get done |
| Lil One the mothafuckin loco with a gun |
| Fools keep comin around but end up on the ground |
| Hollow Points bad to the bone |
| I’m a stand like my boner big bullet doner |
| Mess with the man your lifes mine I’m the owner |
| Craniums I’m a rip in half then I’ma laugh |
| So mothafucka bring the rest of your staff |
| You need more then one to come close |
| Then I’ma kill all those who appose |
| Supposed to be better then me |
| But you know you can’t fuck with |
| Cause you need more then luck with |
| To cope with a lok like me I’m OG |
| 1−9 cero cuatro sureno des vatos |
| Simon yo te mato |
| When you try to get crazy with the man |
| Punk bitch on the run here I am |
| Lok and I’m ready to smoke all the weed |
| Little runt is about to get fuck like a cunt |