[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
Traduction: The Game. Visez la tête.
myself to the game Don't be letting them tell you them lies We make the industry real when it's fake So stay meditating so your head is facing into the direction you aim
attendant woke me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome In this game the price of fame is steep, Lord help 'em Keep 'em sane Prayin' that the heat won't melt 'em I'm headed
-B-O-L-O-U-S- [Verse 1: Fabolous] The games over I'm fed Hop out the Range Rover with led Inf on it so I won't aim over ya head Ya'll niggas that give
Jermaine is here to take over the game Now Arm and Hammer chain or the Konvict chain The Shakedown chain, I clean it in champaigne (what else?) Then I take aim
cause 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
the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads
cause a angel told me its cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games
found dead and deceased This ain't no game, ain't a damn thing changed Cause I came, to bring the pain Glock ass still fits, running on they head while
quoted 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,
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
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
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
[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
