Ca**idy - Aim 4 the Head (feat. Jin & J-Hood) lyrics

(feat. Jin & J-Hood) Hook Swizz Beats & The Game: Swizz Beats: Aim 4 the head When you see 'em go get 'em n***a Aim 4 the head When you see 'em go get 'em n***a Aim 4 the head When you see 'em go get 'em n***a The Game: Ca** let they a** know you ain't playin' wit' 'em Swizz Beats: Aim 4 the head When you see 'em go get 'em n***a Aim 4 the head When you see 'em go get 'em n***a Aim 4 the head When you see 'em go get 'em n***a Ca**idy: Game let them lames know you ain't playin' wit' 'em Verse 1 The Game: I got my slugs on Gettin' my thug on New Aero prim low Giovanni rims, oh The Phantom got curtains you can't see through the tint so Bought a 45 put the beer on the window It's me and Swiggle for shizzle V twizzle the pistols co*k it back if you carry a missile Then cross both of your arms n***a fold it back If you missed Soulja Slim do da Nolia Clap All recliner seats in the Rover back Yeah it's me and Young Ca** 'til HOV come back You wanna see us both dead then load ya gat We be da first n***as to bring Pennyloafers back Why n***as wanna see my R-I-P Empty the clip in a n***a before I D-I-E Prayin' on my downfall like B-I-G I be in da co*kpit ride dirty like T-I-P Po-po pull me over wanna see ID Searchin' my sh**, tryna find my 3 times 3 They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the back seat With enough bodies on to get a n***a 5 times 5 Other n***as snitch on 'em Like if you got the Rover parked crooked in the front he might have bricks on 'em I send the lamp back like a brotha in Rich Porter When I bone you again you a buck 50 like 6 Quarters, yeah Verse 2 Ca**idy: sh** real I know how baggin' a whole brick feel Big deal hit da garage and switch wheels My chicks real with the Ménage and tip drills Gimmie a ma**age then show me how them lips feel And I'ma grind cuz im shinein' on the strip steel And I grip steel, still keep the clips filled Everything I spit real Everything I spit ill Everything I spit sick for real Ain't sh** switch Ain't sh** change Like Rick James I'm rich b**h Get change, big chain to wrist glist I'm with Game I'ma make cake like biscuits My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip Don't say sh** b**h Cuz n***as with the lip get Every one in the gun 'til it go click click And I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste Palm over my forearm so I could 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 Deuce deuce the 'scapes in the coupe grape I ain't broke I got coke by the suitcase My boots laced I got the base in them white keys I'ma bout to cop the Convertible crib like Ice-T's And dat ice on your sleeve dat's light cheese I spend 100 Gs a year on white Tees Hook Bridge The Game: If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin' If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin' If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin' You can't afford a Swizz track n***a stop frontin' (Repeat)