"Good Aim" lyrics
Chuckyy, Big Opp & Trezo Lyrics
(Dodo what's the word)
Big ass 'milly I don't tote no 'nina, spin the block I'm doin' the clean up
Opps see that we beat the streets up, easy to fuck up the opps don' teamed up
Hit a head tap and just kick my feet up, new pack its time to re-up
Already know the fees up, unless you want that 'bout a hoe come see us
In the stu' with Chuckyy the tweaker, told blood I was born as a reaper
I was just [?] blowin' the speaker, lookin' for a nigga to put in the bleachers
Binary on the baby yop street sweeper, .30S this bitch a keeper
Side bitch I'll fuck on either, I love that ten but she know I'm a cheater
Chase me a nigga like cheetahs and shit, I'd lay on the perc just to give me a [?]
We eat these niggas like [?] and shit, and I try to cope back from seekin' them hits
But I bleed this shit, I think that's why niggas mad because they don't bleed like this
I keep that uh-, soon as he try to play crazy a nigga gon' bleed from his weed
Hit his block there he go right there, bounce out chasin' niggas better hold they breathe
Got Bullseye aim smackin' shit like steph,, 392 opp block layin' that belt
Mask on trying to put a nigga right on the [?], croppin' shit out the pic' boy you might get delt
Big Opp in the cut boy you might get killed, Milly D pop out niggas tuck they tails
Spin they block for days nigga never on shit, only thing ya'll good for is makin' a diss'
Hit a nigga block up folks yellin' he hit, put the flash on his ass like we takin' a pic
We deep in them trenches I'm takin' a risk, we hot car ridin' two deep four sticks
Fuck the law we scratch off we takin' a [?], pass the ball to Zo Pound I'ma make a assist
Pass the ball to Zo Pound I'ma make a assist, from the nine to the gardens and you still uh get drenched
Long live C Murda we was goin' on hits, when I first met 40 he was totin' a stick
Long live lil' Seven we was takin a risk, you would still get shot if you makin' a diss
Big Opp got my name 'cause I'm good with a switch, and I got good aim so I'm never gon' miss
Think you safe in the hundreds then we spinnin' yo' block
Say its cold outside well we makin' it hot
Me, Zo, Lil' 40 we in traffic we spinnin', that's too many killers know somebody gettin' shot
That's too many rounds lot of niggas gettin' popped
Got too many opps lot of niggas gettin' dropped
My opps keep dyin' they opps keep dyin', got too many pipes all them bitches gettin' swapped
Big ass 'milly I don't tote no 'nina, spin the block I'm doin' the clean up
Opps see that we beat the streets up, easy to fuck up the opps don' teamed up
Hit a head tap and just kick my feet up, new pack its time to re-up
Already know the fees up, unless you want that 'bout a hoe come see us
In the stu' with Chuckyy the tweaker, told blood I was born as a reaper
I was just [?] blowin' the speaker, lookin' for a nigga to put in the bleachers
Binary on the baby yop street sweeper, .30S this bitch a keeper
Side bitch I'll fuck on either, I love that ten but she know I'm a cheater
Chase me a nigga like cheetahs and shit, I'd lay on the perc just to give me a [?]
We eat these niggas like [?] and shit, and I try to cope back from seekin' them hits
But I bleed this shit, I think that's why niggas mad because they don't bleed like this
I keep that uh-, soon as he try to play crazy a nigga gon' bleed from his weed
Hit his block there he go right there, bounce out chasin' niggas better hold they breathe
Got Bullseye aim smackin' shit like steph,, 392 opp block layin' that belt
Mask on trying to put a nigga right on the [?], croppin' shit out the pic' boy you might get delt
Big Opp in the cut boy you might get killed, Milly D pop out niggas tuck they tails
Spin they block for days nigga never on shit, only thing ya'll good for is makin' a diss'
Hit a nigga block up folks yellin' he hit, put the flash on his ass like we takin' a pic
We deep in them trenches I'm takin' a risk, we hot car ridin' two deep four sticks
Fuck the law we scratch off we takin' a [?], pass the ball to Zo Pound I'ma make a assist
Pass the ball to Zo Pound I'ma make a assist, from the nine to the gardens and you still uh get drenched
Long live C Murda we was goin' on hits, when I first met 40 he was totin' a stick
Long live lil' Seven we was takin a risk, you would still get shot if you makin' a diss
Big Opp got my name 'cause I'm good with a switch, and I got good aim so I'm never gon' miss
Think you safe in the hundreds then we spinnin' yo' block
Say its cold outside well we makin' it hot
Me, Zo, Lil' 40 we in traffic we spinnin', that's too many killers know somebody gettin' shot
That's too many rounds lot of niggas gettin' popped
Got too many opps lot of niggas gettin' dropped
My opps keep dyin' they opps keep dyin', got too many pipes all them bitches gettin' swapped
