HitMan

Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls
And your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store
I swear I spent about 10 grand
I have your family wearing black clothes
And your homies wearing shit bags
Lord, I think I need a hitman
We bout to go kidnap a rich man
If he don’t give it up we chop him up
And send his body parts
To his house gift-wrapped
Lord, I think I need a hit man
To put a hit out on the big man
As you can see I've got big plans
Big plans to be the big man
Lord I think I need a hit man
Cause I can't trust the next man
Lord I thank you for my weed man
But right now we playing phone tag
I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy)
With my homie that's gon' take the charge
(Ayy) he got the Tommie and I got the Mac
And on your head they've got a contract
Lord I thank you for my hit man
And tell Pac I'm a big fan
I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama
And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass
(O oh)
Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey)
Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey)
Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag
And I'm priceless plus Tax (O oh)
Lord I thank you for these bricks man (O oh)
I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey)
Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh)
But I gotta try before I buy (Woo)
I buss back and put that bitch in drive (O-o)
Then circle back and make
Sure them Nigga's die (O oh)
I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga
I put it to your ear and BAP
Eavesdrop a Nigga
Lord I think I need a hit man
Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan
Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff
Niggas faker than witch-craft
I split a Nigga in half
These lil boys they look up to me
I put the G on Giraffe
Lord I thank you for my hit man
But we need to hit a lick man
Cause my girl want some implants
Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan
Doing 40 down the boulevard
I told shawty she gon take the charge
She said it's nothing boy I got your back
Because these other Niggas copycats
Lord I think I need a hit man
This for all my fans that been fans
I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry
I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast
I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T
Ass Tongue & Tit man
Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag
He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash
Lord I thank you for my hit man
Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (O oh)
Pockets on Mack Maine
(Nigga) , your pockets on stickman
(Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn
Lord I thank you for my Hit man)

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