[Verse 1: Bakarak, Dogmatic & J.U.S.]

When I'm holdin' this semi it's like the Devil's in me

Mixed with a little Henny, enemy I shoot any

Hated by many

Motherfuckers who that wanna get me (I say I'll bust)

Naw I say we rush 'em, leave 'em dead with percussions

Man I'm really bussing, don't make me aim at you (But man I'm your cousin)

I give a fuck if you're [?]

I feel like everybody is nothing dog, this semi means something

I aim 'bout fronting, I'm hitting fuck button

Kiss the face [?] (Bakarak ain't shit!)

Just say something I need help Dogmatic

(With what) My bad habit, I can't put down this automatic

Just gotta let 'em have it

[?] raw savage

Worsеr than y'all bastards that shoot up y'all classes

Nasty like asses, I Aim And Firе, until everything turn to ashes

[Chorus x2: [Pep or Witt] & Dogmatic]

I'm an addict and a liar that will (Aim And Fire)

Murder's my desire when I (Aim And Fire)

In the middle of a riot I will (Aim And Fire)

Grip my handle like some pliers when I (Aim And Fire)

[Verse 2: J.U.S.]

Nigga I feel like squeezing you out

Putting the steel to your face and then blowing your brains out

I show now composure off of orange doizer

I work with M16s that's guaranteed to fold ya

And your squad from 400 yards

I'm shooting through teflon vests and bodyguards

I'ma get you at the club 'cause I know you party hard

And this year you ain't make it to Mardis Gras

We could do this Shogun style, ten paces and draw

And then prepare to see the maker that you never say

I'm the Grim Reaper to niggas who actin' like bitches

Second string outfielder, who started at pitching

You a big shit talking when I roll with the [?]

You gon' get the The Matrix shots without special effects

And I dare a nigga out there to call me a liar

'Cause please believe I will I Aim And Fire

[Chorus x2: [Pep or Witt] & Dogmatic]

I'm an addict and a liar that will (Aim And Fire)

Murder's my desire when I (Aim And Fire)

In the middle of a riot I will (Aim And Fire)

Grip my handle like some pliers when I (Aim And Fire)

[Verse 3: Bakarak & J.U.S. ]

Automatic pumps, .9s, full clips, plastic grips

Got me on some "When I see you I'ma blast your shit!"

And if I'm with him I'ma blast you bitch

Until it's nothing but blood in your clothes

I shoot off your nose, I [?] nigga you chose

To expose, that's why I'm fire 'n aiming at hoes

Ever since my nigga Frank got popped and left in the cold

This gun has [?] I ain't able to let go

I'ma fiend with a dream, rolling on [?] tyres

Smoking recycled joints on my quest for fire

Loaded boy as my lighter with Bakarak as the driver

Your whole team retire, your whole clique murdered for hire

And find your body on a porch and your head in a drier

That's why in 2002 your life expires

And get your clique rolled up like some easy [?]

'Cause I could never be stopped with murder as my desire

[Chorus x2: [Pep or Witt] & Dogmatic]

I'm an addict and a liar that will (Aim And Fire)

Murder's my desire when I (Aim And Fire)

In the middle of a riot I will (Aim And Fire)

Grip my handle like some pliers when I (Aim And Fire)