歌曲 | Hitmans Diary |
歌手 | Kool G Rap |
专辑 | Roots of Evil |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wilson | |
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 |
zuo ci : Wilson | |
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 seethrough, 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 | |
Alienass 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 chichi' 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 erasted | |
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 |
zuò cí : Wilson | |
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 seethrough, 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 | |
Alienass 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 chichi' 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 erasted | |
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 |