Testo della canzone Hit Man (HeviKal feat. Problem Child), tratta dall'album Hit Man

Hit Man - HeviKal feat. Problem Child

Hit a muthafucka quick, I'm the man for the shit
When it's money on ya head, better lickety split
I'm the man for this hit, you can't get away from it
When the right time come, you gonna meet the 4 fif

Stay within your envelope, killa for the skrilla is the mindframe
Check the doe, while these punk rock bitches playing mind games
Get it though, I'm a keep it moving, do it my way
Money, power, respect, blowin purps, riding fly man
My team, ready to get it, flash like high beams
My dreams, gotta keep living, don't know what die means
Fully, under the coat, helicopters and sirens
Tried to ask the Lord for help, he still not hearing my scream
Toasta in the holsta boy, grittin on the slum block
Toasting with my folks, pistol packin, toting dumb glocks
Tempt me boy, like an old school, when it run hot
And I ain't got no time for games, I'm aiming when the fun stop
Bet you bite the bullet, when I pull it out the waist
Pop locking with them shots, touch you, get one to the face
Waist deep in these streets and bleed, for the paper chase
Showing love to all my real ones, never waste it on the fake
It's going down, gunnin at you, with half a hundred cal
Of the snub nose tramp, pointed right between your brows
Act like you want it, til I'm at you, then you, who, like an owl
This burner smack you like a pimp, bitch, loosen up your bowels

Hit a muthafucka quick, I'm the man for the shit
When it's money on ya head, better lickety split
I'm the man for this hit, you can't get away from it
When the right time come, you gonna meet the 4 fif

Ain't nothing more dangerous, than a crazy nigga
Psycho mentality, and worse, when I'm off that liquor
Don't blame it on the alcohol, or the weed that I'm blowin
A hitta man from birth, I'm cursed, you see the storm
Mob minded, money motivated villain
After 20 years, A nigga stopped counting killings
Stealing souls, I'm a troll living by the scroll
When you see me in the streets, I'm so ice cold
I gots no fear for death, they say I'm way too bold
And when my drama unfold, leave ya story untold
Hit a muthafucka quick, I'm the man for this hit
When It's money on ya head, betta lickety split
And I got a click on standby, to sweep that bitch
Unit one and two, move in, and get these chips
Captain make it happen, get it bloody splattin
You niggas actin like some hoes, so we gonna keep slappin

Hit a muthafucka quick, I'm the man for the shit
When it's money on ya head, better lickety split
I'm the man for this hit, you can't get away from it
When the right time come, you gonna meet the 4 fif



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Writer(s): Cornelius Coleman
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