Aim 4 the Head (Clean Version)-Ruff Ryders

歌手 : Ruff Ryders

专辑 : The Redemption; Vol. 4 (Clean Edition)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:36

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TXT Aim 4 the Head (Clean Version)-Ruff Ryders 文本歌词

Wooo Aim 4 the head when you see him go get him n***a

Aim 4 the head when you see him go get him n***a

Aim 4 the head when you see him go get him n***a *

Cassidy

Aim for the head when you see him go get him n***a

S**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 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 I'll

Everything spit sick for real

When s**t switch ain't s**t changed

Like Rick

James I'm rich b***h

Get change big chain and wrist gliss

I'm with game

I'ma make cake like this quick

My album went gold in a month that was a quick flip

Don't say s**t b***h 'cause n***az 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

My objective is to live lavish rip mad kids

Jin stand out like

Swiss ad libs

Compared to me your s**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 can not be saved

F**k 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

Aim for the head when you see him go get him n***a

Yo 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 f**k 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***a from the

Lost Boys

The barrel was too big you had to see the fall

Loosin your head and ya arms 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

F**k this rap s**t

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