Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aim 4 the Head, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song The Redemption Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Balboa
Song language: English
Aim 4 the Head |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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’mma make cake like this quick |
| My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip |
| Don’t say shit bitch, cause niggas with the lip bit |
| Ain’t 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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' man, we even clappin midgets |
| 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) |