[Hook - Swizz Beats] Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga Aim for da head when you see him go get em nigga Aim for da head when you see him
Traduzione: The Game. Aim For The Head.
and the shots I'm callin. Cuz in this game, when you livin it strange aim for the brain It's all for one and one for all cuz in the game only one gangst
niggaz, I spray y'all niggaz Leave bodies roasted, flame y'all niggaz I dont game y'all bitches, I tame y'all bitches D-1 told me aim for the riches A
your address Pack up and head west, or settle for second best I must confess, I'm hard to digest Gun in my armrest, for easy access, they scared [Hook
rock heavy It don't worry me if motherfuckers don't get it Yo if rap gets jealous 'cause of where I'm headed Aggression! Obsession! With pain! Live a game
they all try stick to you Hold you down if they can or besicken you They try to blind you with they aim too Enforcin written jurasdictions that we all
this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for
words bein quoted Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds
those who won't be back So if I die To the same for me Shed no tear An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high
shiesty shit that you do knew from jump you aim straight thru them spandex dont front just name spots on your body for me 2 touch while ya clutch this game
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they
(Not 'cause we rhyme for it) We ride for it, we do time for it (Our mans die for it all our moms cry for it) No other hood in the world could put a stop
Cat'll crack your legs We so deep in this shit, we gotta tap the FEDs You never know what niggaz wearing, so I aim for the head And always check my clientele
[50 Cent] The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Heh-heh, yo, yo, yo The only excuse for being broke is being in jail Some work a nine to five
now I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for
you don't hear me though [Young Buck] I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida'); I got a hell of a aim
We still ride and we still die We die even though we try to change in this game Still 5th Ward and Outlawz stay remain the same Some aim to get with