Cassidy lyrics - Aim 4 The Head

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Hook 
Swizz Beats & The Game: 
Swizz Beats: 
Aim 4 the head 
When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga 
Aim 4 the head 
When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga 
Aim 4 the head 
When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga 
The Game: 
Cass let they ass know you ain’t playin’ wit’ ‘em 
Swizz Beats: 
Aim 4 the head 
When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga 
Aim 4 the head 
When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga 
Aim 4 the head 
When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga 
Cassidy: 
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 
Cock it back if you carry a missile 
Then cross both of your arms nigga 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 Cass ‘til HOV come back 
You wanna see us both dead then load ya gat 
We be da first niggaz to bring Pennyloafers back 
Why niggaz wanna see my R-I-P 
Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E 
Prayin’ on my downfall like B-I-G 
I be in da cockpit ride dirty like T-I-P 
Po-po pull me over wanna see ID 
Searchin’ my shit, 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 nigga 5 times 5 
Other niggaz 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 
Cassidy: 
Shit 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 massage 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 shit switch 
Ain’t shit change 
Like Rick James I’m rich bitch 
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 shit bitch 
cuz niggaz 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 nigga stop frontin’ 
(Repeat)
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