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hitman tiga - silent witness lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m a gonna make you a silent witness
if you test my lyrical fitness
did what i did when i did for the riches
got nicked and then posed for the pictures
did what i do, what i did when i got nicked
kept it trill, no, i never said sh-t
what did i do? do i do? when i get nicked
act stupid like i ain’t ever read sh-t
3, 2, 1, take time for the movie
when i say name on a wall, that’s a kufi
man buss case, that’s peak for the snitches
i’m a gonna make you a silent witness
swerve on your curb, street sweep where you rest at
everything dead, swiss cheese where you rest at
’nuff yellow and blue tape where you rest at
dum-dum, fragments all in your headback

[verse 2]
i’m a gonna make you a silent witness
if you test my lyrical fitness
war anyone anywhere, k!ll a witness
left man’s name on a wall, not a hit list
come through, p-ss on the wall where your name is
smear dog sh-t on the wall where your name is
take pics, send them back to your people
tell a man i’ll see you when i see you
when i see you, i wouldn’t wanna be you
i’m a gonna set it on sight when i pree you
i’m a gonna k!ll a mc when i squeeze it
brains all over the scene when i leave it
thoughts all over the wall like a mural
make like a bandit, s like a plural
clean up when i get back to the safe house
ratchet cut through beef like a steak house

[verse 3]
i’m a gonna make you a silent witness
if you test my lyrical fitness
shower make duppy mc for the paper
face all over the front of the paper
details all inside of the paper
hitman tiga, i ride for the paper
swerve all over your side like a drifter
big four five in my palm like a lifter
you’re not good so how could you war me?
headtop gone, no sk-nk like a yardie
man don’t care if you’re mad or barmy
big rambo, no need for a army
murder a man, left man by the wayside
four five kick, no need for a b-ssline
yeah, my name’s h-tman t ’cause i hit man
corn all over your face like spitman

[verse 4]
i’m a gonna make you a silent witness
if you test my lyrical fitness
dead, i don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t
don’t rate none of your crew cah you all sh-t
can’t test none of my crew, man are certi
left man’s name on a wall for a berti
shout andy to come do the dirty
left man’s name on a wall for a thirty
man a got toys in bags like santa
left man still when i fizz like fanta
them man are amped up
see my gun wanna chat ’bout banter
gun smoke k!ll man quicker than cancer
i don’t wanna hear no sh-t about “allow it”
i don’t wanna hear no sh-t about “hitman, please don’t shoot”
c-ck back in your bloodclart face and blaow it

[verse 5]
i’m a gonna make you a silent witness
if you test my lyrical fitness
cocaine flows, cooked hard like a crack rock
your wife calls my phone for the backshot
don’t wanna see me at your set with my bredrin
shower man ting, hold tight teddy bruckshot
don’t wanna end up in a war with the hitman
that would have been a bad call like a gutshot
that would have been a mad ting and sad ting
that would have benn a gun ting or stab ting
that would have been a straight l in the bas-m-nt
man a wanna come around tigs, act bad, get kweffed in a instant
them man a chat to the feds, them a vincent
mac sh-lls dead a man’s chat when i rinse ’em

- hitman tiga lyrics

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