I him dead. I don't care how you do it I care when you do it but I just him dead. I don't care if you bring him over here with his mother but I him dead. I want his dead I want his father dead... I care I want his DOG dead...
(Verse 1) Sonny pat me down sat me down look at me now no fucking around I want you to clap this clown If you fuck up you fucked, best not to fuck Fuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you Chill! I two's to bust, save the anger And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, me? not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread? Shook his head fed and his man Fred "Yo Fred!" Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh me? Lucky As as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a cat You're black, you get the money when you back!" that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that Laid back snatched the gat under my hat and said "stay back" Clack, I don't that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!] That's for shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!] Blew they brains skipped in a Towncar brown car Vinnie said, "What? No How'd it go down, par'?" "Like quicksand." "Damn, here's thirty-six grand. Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my hit man!"
(Chorus) Yo we hitmen, thirty G's ahead You might see the ex-poor and want to fled Instead, blend in with the crowd we cockin' this But sudden moves will just make obvious Gimmie a price that I like, sound good I might Take the life of whoever never could do it better Remember no kids and for females Pass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the
(Verse 2) the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob Two Z's and the for this hitman job Burnt my hand for initiation, cats me the situation niggas transporter was lacing Coke was missing they was it up He was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was it up So they sent me to his house in a '98 Under my toungue, razor, gun pager the lazer Jumped out all black on feeling no love With the untouched slugs, mask with the gloves Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen Headed for the door two tickets to 'Fransisco Him and his bitch, yo! She was type rio Flower shirt with the hat holding parico Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we you got 'em Red light dot him, spot him on his head, him His girl behind him reaching for her stocking A holster strapped to her leg she had the glock in She heard me cocking, and tried to go for hers [gunshot] was like, "Damn why you open hers she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..."
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(Verse 3) Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a in training What to and not to do when the bullets raining and maintaining be the key for this academy Number one: never ever point a gat at me FUCK if it's unloaded, this man's health Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my self Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till squirm Use nines for long tec-nines for strong niggas Never let a contract disrespect your ''cause you might be next to get it collecting your dough But yo, the best target is one barely moves German 2's that'll be tucked under daily news shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on You want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on No and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man But shit, man, that's all of being a hitman
(Conversation with hitman)
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There's three to a hitman: No No No
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