Sporty Thievz - HitmenLyrics

I want him dead. I don't care how you do it I don't care when you do it But I just want him dead. I don't 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 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 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 two's 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 everything'll be lovely Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat You're black, you get the money when you come back!" What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that Laid 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 car Vinnie 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 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 I'll do the kill (Verse 2) Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob Two Z's 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! Where's 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 ain't 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 it's unloaded, threaten this man's health Bust me by mistake I'll 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 'cause you might be next to get it when collecting your dough But yo, the best target is one that barely moves German 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily news Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on You don't 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, that's all part of being a hitman (Conversation with amateur hitman) (Chorus) There's three no's to a hitman: No kids No mistakes No witnesses Class dismissed