| 歌曲 | Aim 4 the Head |
| 歌手 | Ruff Ryders |
| 专辑 | The Redemption Vol. 4 |
| 作曲 : Auyueng, Dean, Hood, Reese | |
| Wooo! Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga * | |
| Watch 'em now, watch 'em now* [Chorus- Swizz Beatz] (Cassidy) | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga (Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em) [Cassidy] | |
| Shit 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 ill | |
| Everything spit sick, for real | |
| When shit switch, ain't shit changed | |
| Like Rick | |
| James, I'm rich bitch | |
| 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 shit bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit | |
| Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click click | |
| Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste | |
| Palm over my forearm so | |
| I could shoot straight [Chorus] [Jin] | |
| My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids | |
| Jin stand out like | |
| Swiss ad libs | |
| Compared to me, your shit'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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Aint 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 | |
| Speakin on behalf of the next generation [Chorus] | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em [J-Hood] | |
| 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 fuck about your | |
| Bentley You a punk and | |
| I'm a boss boy | |
| It's the U | |
| Cheeks and | |
| I ain't talkin bout that nigga 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 | |
| Fuck this rap shit, | |
| 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 | |
| Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets, yeah! [Chorus]x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Auyueng, Dean, Hood, Reese | |
| Wooo! Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Watch ' em now, watch ' em now Chorus Swizz Beatz Cassidy | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain' t playin with ' em Cassidy | |
| Shit 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 ill | |
| Everything spit sick, for real | |
| When shit switch, ain' t shit changed | |
| Like Rick | |
| James, I' m rich bitch | |
| 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 shit bitch, ' cause niggaz with the lip bit | |
| Aint one in the gun, ' till it go click click | |
| Then I' m gon' switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste | |
| Palm over my forearm so | |
| I could shoot straight Chorus Jin | |
| My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids | |
| Jin stand out like | |
| Swiss ad libs | |
| Compared to me, your shit' 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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Aint 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 | |
| Speakin on behalf of the next generation Chorus | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga | |
| Let them lames know you ain' t playin with ' em JHood | |
| 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 | |
| FRONT | |
| Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your | |
| Bentley You a punk and | |
| I' m a boss boy | |
| It' s the U | |
| Cheeks and | |
| I ain' t talkin bout that nigga 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 | |
| Fuck this rap shit, | |
| 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 | |
| Don' t come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets, yeah! Chorus x2 |