Game - Aim Ya Guns Lyrics

Lyrics Directory >> G >> Game Singer Lyrics >> Aim Ya Guns Song Lyrics

Artist:	Game
Song Title:	Aim Ya Guns
Visits:	741

Print Version

(Swizz Beats)
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)

(The Game)
yo cass lets they ass know you aint playin wit em

(Swizz Beats)
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)

(Cassidy)
yo game let them lames know you aint playin wit em

[The Game]
I got my slugs on
gettin my thug on
new era brim low
giovanni rims oh
phantom got curtains, you cant see through the tints so
bought a .45 put the barrel on the window
it's me and swizzle for shizzle
v twizzle the pistols
cock it back if you carry a missle
can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
if you miss soldier slim do the nolia clap
or recline the seats in the rover back
yeah its me and young cass til hov come back
you wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
you be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
why niggas wanna see me 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 the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
they don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
other niggas snitch on em
like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
he might have bricks on em
I'll send a lil back like the brother of rich porter
run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
yeah

[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 in tip drills
gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feel
i shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
and I grip steel still keep the clips still
everything I spit real
everything I spit ill
everything I spit sick, for real aint shit switch
aint shit changed, like rick james im rich bitch
get change big chain the wrist glist
I'm with Game, I'ma make cake like bisquick
my album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
dont say shit bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get
er'y one in the gun til it go click click
then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
im bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
duece duece the skates in the coupe great
im not broke i cop coke by the suitcase
my boots laced i got base and them white keys
bout to cop a convertible crib, like ice t's
and that ice on your sleeve thats light cheese
I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees

[Swizz Beats]
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)

[The Game]
yo cass lets they ass know you aint playin wit em

[Swizz Beats]
Aim for the head
when you see em go get em nigga (3x)

[Cassidy]
yo game let them lames know you ain't playin wit em

[The Game]
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
you can't afford a swizz track nigga stop frontin(2x)

Aim Ya Guns Lyrics at Lyricstrue

E-Mail, IM, Text :
Websites & Blogs :
Forums :


Other Game song Lyrics
Intro "Alot of people are advocated that the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer. Thats only because you dont understand whats going to happen to you,..."	Westside Story "Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Ese's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians all these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting..."
Dreams "I woke up out that coma, two thousand and one Bout the same time Dre dropped two thousand and one Three years later the album is done Rap critics politicin..."	Hate It Or Love It "Yea Let's take'em back Uh huh Coming up I was confused..."
Higher "Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck..."	How We Do "Chorus - This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do..."
Dont Need Your Love "Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga I got shit on my chest, I must confess..."	Church For Thugs "To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted..."