Текст, перевод и аккорды “Hitman's Diary”
- [Kool G. Rap] Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians Gold chains, and carryin Iranians Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal Drew the Eagle, blew about two and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal alien-ass niggaz out of the grass Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet Aiyyo what happened G? Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay? Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness and watchin, horses racin with other bosses Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click February 14 in '95, time about 4:45 I'm coppin pies in a highrise Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua Arriba, flashed the heat now she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit Emptied the clip, then replaced it Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted wasted, spirit eras-ted Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room and saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it Left out the front door like we ain't do shit Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
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