Songtext Hitmen Sporty Thievz

Hitmen

I want him dead.
I dont care how you do it, I dont care when you do it,
But I just want him dead.
I dont care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother,
But I want him dead.
I want his mother dead, I want his father dead...
I dont 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 clown
If you fuck up, then you fucked, best not to fuck
Fuck you fucked then what? fuck! you think you tough?
Chill! I need twos to bust, save the anger
And 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? lucky
As long as none of you touch me everythingll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? sonny tapped fred, this is a funny cat
Youre black, you get the money when you come back!
Whats that? whatchu say? nah you didnt say that
Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said stay back
Clack, I dont play that! shot fred in his top lip [ahh!!]
Thats for popping shit, and shot sonny is his dick [ahhhh!!]
Blew they brains then skipped in a towncar brown car
Vinnie said, what? no scars? howd it go down, par?
Like quicksand. damn, heres your thirty-six grand.
Lemme shake your hand, shit man, youre my favorite hit man!

(chorus)
Yo we hitmen, charge thirty gs ahead
You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled
Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin this
But sudden moves will just make yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I might
Take the life of whoever knowing never could do it better
Remember no kids and double for females
Pass the bills, pictures, and details and Ill do the kill

(verse 2)
Peep the sag, I was fronted two gs by the mob
Two zs and the saab for this hitman job
Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation
Them niggas transporter was lacing
Coke was missing they was shortin it up
He was supposed to be importin it up, but he was snortin it up
So they sent me to his house in a 98 blazer
Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer
Jumped out with all black on feeling no love
With the untouched slugs, black mask with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-o
Headed for the door with two tickets to fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! she was looking type rio
Flower shirt with the straw hat holding parico
Yo chico! wheres the rest of the kilos, we know you got em
Red light dot him, spot him on his head, shot him
His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking
A holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock in
She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers
[gunshot] kirk was like, damn why you open hers
Before she showed you where the coca was? fuck man...

(chorus)

(verse 3)
Dog it aint much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training
What to and not to do when the bullets start raining
Killing and maintaining be the key for this academy
Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me
Fuck if its unloaded, threaten this mans health
Bust me by mistake Ill kill you my damn self
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze till they squirm
Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggas
Never let a contract disrespect your flow
cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your dough
But yo, the best target is one that barely moves
German 2s thatll be kept tucked under daily news
Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on
You dont want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man
But shit, man, thats all part of being a hitman

(conversation with amateur hitman)

(chorus)

Theres three nos to a hitman:
No kids
No mistakes
No witnesses

Class dismissed