Hit Man

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 f*cked 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