Cassidy - Aim 4 the Head lyrics
[Cassidy - Aim 4 the Head lyrics]
Aim for the head
When you see 'em go get 'em nigga
Yo Cass' lets they ass know
You ain't playin' wit 'em
Aim for the head
When you see 'em go get 'em nigga
Yo game let them lames know
You ain't playin' wit 'em
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-IP
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-IE
Prayin on my downfall like B-IG
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-IP
Po-po pull me over wanna see ID
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
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 don't 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
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
When you see 'em go get 'em nigga
Yo Cass' lets they ass know
You ain't playin' wit 'em
Aim for the head
When you see 'em go get 'em nigga
Yo game let them lames know
You ain't playin' wit 'em
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-IP
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-IE
Prayin on my downfall like B-IG
I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-IP
Po-po pull me over wanna see ID
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
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 don't 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
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