[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
Vertaling: Die Game. Doel Vir Die Hoof.
say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six digits, big engines Get lots of head like six midgets It just this code I live by, Represent the road I grew up by, And I see the game
Yo, I could've been had fame Jump shot with a stupid ass aim 'Cause you couldn't get around the last name So my crossover wins the last game And it's
And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars And it ain't no stop to this I can't help it, I'm an optimist And I'ma make ya head bop to this And
when I aim I don't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
ya like a skeleton So S N double O please let 'em know the crew I'm bailin' with East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler
trunk and then the coupe sped up, Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up, I'm Weezy F and the F is for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game
Trust? Who Can You Love? When Love Kills Like Somebody Gave Cupid A Gun It Goes (PLOW) Like You Shooting For Fun And Sometimes The Solution Is Execution For
never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim Four four Magnum
shits like cake mix watch me rise Bay 6 in the basement waste it Asking my dogs for a advice when he can't say shit My hatred is for you just give me
me gun gun blast -Layzie- Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man
'em off late at night. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy
Mac-10 I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests What you scared for
but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain
back and niggaz paid for that Yo' ass got served and never made it back Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack That's how the game
callin' my game Then ge on B E T and they don't mention my name Some grip it on that other level face be bustin' they head Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for
