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hitman - i bet you bite a chip lyrics

[verse 1]
one mississippi, spilled drink on my nike
pursue to mack a b-tch as i step up in the party
as i complete my journey i see a n-gga who’s drinking, thinking he’s hard
watch me serve him up with the flying forearm
he got shaked, shattered, battered, and broke
behold, man that n-gga lips is swole
i see it, cats get peeled when i’m acting like a hazard
i’m taking n-ggas on drives so make sure your seatbelt’s fastened
if you look up in the mirror, you see your own image
a puffy–ss n-gga with a puffy–ss percentage
’cause you zero, nothing, zilch, don’t feel
my temperature above a hundred degrees so you be sitting on chill
where there’s a will there’s a way, do not step in my path
i likes to steal, and stab, from the funk, to the lab
our laboratory, where we be mixing sh-t up like betty crocker
if your b-tches runs to the booth then i’ma knock ‘em
see, i [?]
trying to play me like monopoly i’ma roll you like some dice
’cause it ain’t happening, captain, tap -ss like sammy davis
i push you over the edge because you n-ggas tried to fade this

[chorus]
for the suckas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the bustas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the haters
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
don’t hate us
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the suckas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the bustas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the haters
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
don’t hate us
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)

[verse 2]
see, just like nike, i gets to it, just do it with the gat
chew it, choppin’ it up and still gets busy on the track
comin’ with your crew you best’a come equipped like sony
hoes got my identification and still don’t know me
i come from beneath and just get them with the sleep
n-ggas be stuffed in a cooler like miller because they can’t stand the heat
jeepers creepers
the n-gga named hit putting suckas in a sleeper
so fool, give up, the cargo
i go up in your pockets and make a withdrawal like wells fargo
call me the m-ssacre because i’m ready for the lynching
man, i’m skinny, causing illusions and confusions, just like a magician
ain’t nothing going on but the rent
n-ggas get [?]
’cause n-ggas be player hating, but man i don’t [?]
call up the squad, steady mobbin’, we [?]
watch me scare ’em with the stick-and-move kinda punch
having him lookin’, bobbin’ and weavin’ lookin’ like he’s drunk
i punch drunk a n-gga like soda popinski
crunch him like a tater, with my reckless behavior

[chorus]
for the suckas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the bustas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the haters
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
don’t hate us
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
for the suckas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the bustas
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
and for the haters
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)
don’t hate us
(i bet you bite a chip from the hollow tip)

[outro]
for the suckas…and for the bustas
and for the haters…don’t hate us
and for the suckas…and for the bustas
and for the haters…don’t hate us

- hitman lyrics

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