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hitman - all the nigga's lyrics

[intro dialogue]
(uh-uh what’s up with that…)
(…n-gga know what i’m talkin’ ‘bout)
(that b-tch got crabs and she wants me to go fishin’)
(hey, why don’t you p-ss me the beadie, n-gga…)
(that b-tch is burnin’)
(get your big -ss lips off that hennessy bottle; it’s only a $5 bottle…)

[chorus: black c]
all the n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ house
all the n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ house
all the n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ house
all the n-ggas, f-ck the b-tches
all the n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ house
all the n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ house
all the n-ggas in the motherf-ckin’ house
all the n-ggas, f-ck the b-tches

[verse 1: hitman]
well, i’m a g for gangster, not g for giraffe
i rock [?], like potatoes you get mashed
best’a dash ‘fore i grab the f-ckin’ soul out you
i have you scared, standing still like a stone statue
’cause um, i’ve been [?] all that lone day
and n-gga i’m going the right way so don’t mistake me for the wrong way
ah man, i can’t deny i catch him in the eye like a ball to a mitt
making plans to come to my pearl harbor don’t forget your survival kit
it ain’t nothing but a g thang, baby
i once knew a hoe that tried to slay me
but hoes, like janet jackson, what have you done for me lately?
i got real g’s like black c, mr cee, dre, and lowe
madman, d-folks, thugg, and the bandito
and a hoe, wanna talk that sh-t my n-gga sky will deck her
make her cry, bank in the eye, stripe her face like checkers
so better protect her with your full ability, mr. captain saver
’cause i be sliced like razors, making her into a misbehaver
i drag and slam, i don’t care i’m ceasing hoes like caesar
you can’t get me for my cash because i’m scrooge like ebenezer
do you know, do you know, where you’re goin’ to?
do you know, do you know, why cold guys showing you?
there was ninety-nine n-ggas on the wall, ninety-nine beers on the wall
best believe we all like ruthless and we all ruthless by law
but the n.o.h. mafia stoppin’ ya
got the hearts to put the glock up in you
like hurdles, we straight hoppin’ you

- hitman lyrics

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