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Aim For The Head
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People steady woofin' bout this and that... but bar for bar can't nobody f*** wit me. Disagree and get dismantled... bi***.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,220
Peak in subgenre #173
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
June 12, 2006
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:07
Story behind the song
Cassidy - "Aim For The Head"
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[HOOK] Aim for the head till a nigga lay dead Muhfucker know ya role, cuz I don't play that If a bitch try to breathe or a mark try to move Then you do what you gotta do, send them shots through [HOOK] In the streets, ya'll nigga's never squad or clique / Source fell off, naw nigga's fell off my dick So I stick to the same pattern, don't get cha frame shattered / Coroner lookin for cranium as if ya brain matters I'll make flame splatter all over ya cotton clothes / In the same lil spot where the rock is sold Click Clack, get clapped when I lock and load / A wrist snap, get back fore I box ya soul I'm hot I know, that's why my thugs is hood / I'm in the city where all the bad drugs is good What if you could, take me pound for pound / I'm like surround I got the best sound around Town to Town, you clowns is missin a red nose / I'm underground for now, just spittin the best flows My neck froze, and I aint even flossin jewels / You'll think I got robbed the way they say I lost my cool [HOOK] x2 The ball been dropped, the year still feel new / Time to re-cop my spot, nobody will feel you I dare you to mention me on a diss track / Yeah you must wanna get patched up like a fixed flat Ya shits whack, full of bull, you can come get it / Ya'll pitch crack, gettin pulled after one innin I done shitted again it's time to take cover / I'll murder ya mother, ya sister and ya play-brother I play buzzards for bucks, and dick dime pieces / So if you a pussy dog, I'll bring nine leashes I'm reachin around you cuz you is that small / Can't nobody pick up the ball which I let fall My sets all beastin', fuck wat you call feastin / Every year we takin titles, never played an off-season Nigga's caught beefin', get popped and start squeezin / So wats the point of havin heart when it stops beatin? [HOOK] x2
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