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kool g rap and dj polo - hitman's diary lyrics

[kool g. rap]
yo it’s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to f-ck with
the wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your sh-t split, with infinite sh-t, from outta the clip
n-gg-z 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 sh-t, might be hit sent from this b-tch n-gg- 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 sh-t 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
sh-t that got put in beenie seagal, f-ck these illegal
alien–ss n-gg-z out of the gr-ss
put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
fire flashed, i left another one of em splashed
the bloodbath, three n-gg-z found dead on the ave
went to a phone to hit my n-gg- big c, swiftly
yo dig the sh-t g, these n-gg-z tried to hit me
yo meet me in about fifty, with big ash, be movin quickly
i’m about to hit d, put that motherf-cker six feet
“aiyyo what happened g?” n-gg-z 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 n-gg- jay, call the n-gg- damien for me okay?
make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
“aiyyo we f-cked up, he got away”
if he play, i’ma split his toupee, we on our way
to this n-gg-‘s office, with armed forces, he showin softness
and watchin, horses racin with other bosses
pulled out the torch and, the n-gg- 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 n-gg- got done, died with his hand on a c-cked gun

yo it’s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to f-ck with
the wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your sh-t split, with infinite sh-t, from outta the clip
n-gg-z is struck with the underworld click

february 14 in ’95, time about 4:45
i’m coppin pies in a highrise
dealin with sh-t like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
these f-ckin chi-chi’s, have you covered with flies
came in with two wiseguys, f-ckin guns big as lifesize
had a chick up on the bed and sh-t, 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, sh-t ain’t the raw and
became a war man, he put two in my man’s internal organs
but for the poison, tryin to f-ckin 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 n-gg- 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 sh-t
she goin to bed with the spray sh-t, tryin to lay sh-t
ok b-tch, and f-ck the gay sh-t, started to lay sh-t
and left the brave b-tch wet, part of her neck and face hit
emptied the clip, then replaced it
n-gg-z 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 sh-t
cigar case and sh-t, on some marksmen sh-t
one n-gg- 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 sh-t, straight legit sh-t, bag it and zip it
left out the front door like we ain’t do sh-t

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