the game's masta Mastamindin' my game till there's no suckas left When ya fuck with the wrong nigga ya play the game of death [Esham] This is the game
good That's the bird that fucked the game up Cut the head off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium
don't you give your life a sense One game, one aim But you're always sleeping One light so bright In darkness you're creeping Why don't you use your head
I was kickin game while them kids was breakdancing Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead? Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/ East
they gonna chicken hunt without me Peep game did i show you how to put it down proper First chicken in the door and wave the forlock bigpapa Take the old place for
Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all for the fortune and fame, I said Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all
Slang and aim weapons But still trying to live the +Good Times+ like James Evans And, we'll stick you for your shine (Hustle) Nickel for a dime (Trouble
for real We do it for the love, we do it for the money For the cash, for the women, the birds We do it for the foundation, for the people No matter how
Then go off to college, didn't pan or even out We need it now, we need a town We need a place to pitch, we need a mound For now, I'm just a lazy boy Big
head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for
: [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
york, man things dun change STOP, the chinks do it again This aint Bruce Lee, ya'll watch too much T.V This is the game of death, when i aim for you
is it a game, nope (nope) We got aim scopes (scopes) The last head frontin' with bread became toast We run right into clubs, snub under the raincoat Shoot a cat for
man got good aim and that's a good thing to know And he came home for good, off of good behavior Spittin that good game, so what's good with this paper
good aim and that's a good thing to know And he came home for good, off of good behavior Spittin that good game, so what's good with this paper And
Bullet pop like Three's Company did to Colonel I gotta taste for war, that's why I lick shots And hate for ya'll, bigger than hip hop, nigga stop Ya'll
why wont you make me purr Forget dat ish you seen and all the words you heard Slow down for me ah you moving to fast Yo aim keep slipping let me sho
LET a man run an Errand I'm a hit him like aye Look in his eye and a nigga might blink Aim at his head and I nigga might think (listen) Sniffin on sum