hit man

Lyrics

the hit man, power is so greedy, that's for real, ain't about a whole lotta talk, it's about, bringin' figures, he got the eye and the heart to do it, yeah, from the roof, with the scoped, there's a whole lot to it, ain't no emotion when he pulls the trigger, breathe second of silence, then you see what he do to niggas, pistols, rifles, grenades, whatever, he's a killin' machine, bought and paid for on pleasure, and way iller than the last nigga, smoke a nigga in the club, and then dance right past niggas, once in a while, there'll be one who'll stand out, who's more than psycho, who'll take any man out, with a certian passion for sendin' bullets blastin', a certain fashion to the way this nigga wax 'em, and this assassin gets mad satisfaction from puttin' all this worthless scum out of action, i sense some pride in his skill, looks in the mirror and salutes before he rides for the kill, you got the bag, pop? i got the thing, thing, it's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring, with the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, or i do it lawn mower style, rrt, you got the bag, pop? i got the thing, thing, it's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring, i got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing, with the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, buckin' at niggas wigs while he's puffin' on cigs, lay him down, then he bounce out of town to another gig, it ain't nothin', he don't need many friends, funded different type of weapons, he got plenty of them, if you pass him on the street, or see him in his spot, he's always calm, cool, collected, very rarely is he not, hit man, with ice in his veins, does the job so precise, they up the price with his name, shadowy figure, never too loose with the lip,44 long in his clip, deuce-deuce on his hip, baby nine in his boots and his trunk is full, this niggas on some shit and can't be fucked with, fool, in the grimy world of highly-paid hustlers, first they get goons to muscle ya, then get him to touch ya, you wouldn't wanna get in his way, nor his associates, or a tombstone bearin' your name would be appropriate, you got the bag, pop? i got the thing, thing, it's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring, with the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, or i do it lawn mower style, rrt, you got the bag, pop? i got the thing, thing, it's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring, i got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing, with the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo