Lirik Lagu Hitmen - Sporty Thievz
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I want him dead.I don't care how you do it I don't care when you do itbut I just want him dead.I don't care if you gotta bring him over here with his motherbut I want him dead.I want his mother dead I want his father dead...I don't care I want his DOG dead...
(Verse 1)Sonny pat me down sat me down said look at me now'Kirk no fucking around I want you to clap this clownIf you fuck up then you fucked, best not to fuckFuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?'Chill! I need two's to bust, save the angerAnd all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me?Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? LuckyAs long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovelyTrust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny catYou're black, you get the money when you come back!"What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say thatLaid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back"Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown carVinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?""Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand.Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!"
(Chorus)Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's aheadYou might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fledInstead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin' thisBut sudden moves will just make yourself obviousGimmie a price that I like, sound good then I mightTake the life of whoever knowing never could do it betterRemember no kids and double for femalesPass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill
(Verse 2)Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mobTwo Z's and the Saab for this hitman jobBurnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situationThem niggas transporter was lacingCoke was missing they was shortin' it upHe was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it upSo they sent me to his house in a '98 BlazerUnder my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazerJumped out with all black on feeling no loveWith the untouched slugs, black mask with the glovesRan up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-oHeaded for the door with two tickets to 'FransiscoHim and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rioFlower shirt with the straw hat holding paricoYo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'emRed light dot him, spot him on his head, shot himHis girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stockingA holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock inShe heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hersBefore she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..."
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in trainingWhat to and not to do when the bullets start rainingKilling and maintaining be the key for this academyNumber one: never ever ever point a gat at meFUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's healthBust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN selfNow hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirmUse nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggasNever let a contract disrespect your flow'Cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your doughBut yo, the best target is one that barely movesGerman 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily newsEvery shot counts with the nigga hired to hit onYou don't want an empty clip with more niggas to shit onNo vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split manBut shit, man, that's all part of being a hitman
(Conversation with amateur hitman)
(Chorus)
There's three no's to a hitman:No kidsNo mistakesNo witnesses
Class dismissed
(Verse 1)Sonny pat me down sat me down said look at me now'Kirk no fucking around I want you to clap this clownIf you fuck up then you fucked, best not to fuckFuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?'Chill! I need two's to bust, save the angerAnd all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me?Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? LuckyAs long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovelyTrust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny catYou're black, you get the money when you come back!"What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say thatLaid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back"Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown carVinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?""Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand.Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!"
(Chorus)Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's aheadYou might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fledInstead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin' thisBut sudden moves will just make yourself obviousGimmie a price that I like, sound good then I mightTake the life of whoever knowing never could do it betterRemember no kids and double for femalesPass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill
(Verse 2)Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mobTwo Z's and the Saab for this hitman jobBurnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situationThem niggas transporter was lacingCoke was missing they was shortin' it upHe was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it upSo they sent me to his house in a '98 BlazerUnder my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazerJumped out with all black on feeling no loveWith the untouched slugs, black mask with the glovesRan up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-oHeaded for the door with two tickets to 'FransiscoHim and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rioFlower shirt with the straw hat holding paricoYo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'emRed light dot him, spot him on his head, shot himHis girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stockingA holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock inShe heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hersBefore she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..."
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in trainingWhat to and not to do when the bullets start rainingKilling and maintaining be the key for this academyNumber one: never ever ever point a gat at meFUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's healthBust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN selfNow hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirmUse nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggasNever let a contract disrespect your flow'Cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your doughBut yo, the best target is one that barely movesGerman 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily newsEvery shot counts with the nigga hired to hit onYou don't want an empty clip with more niggas to shit onNo vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split manBut shit, man, that's all part of being a hitman
(Conversation with amateur hitman)
(Chorus)
There's three no's to a hitman:No kidsNo mistakesNo witnesses
Class dismissed
