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the hitmakers - they die lyrics

[hook: illegal weapons]
where they will go without me
i see them die
but may not return
i shall never die

se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)
se mueren, (they die)

[verse 1: illegal weapons]
man your diss was weak, you try to diss the biggest
you the sh-ttest
you must have wisdom, to hit ’em
but all the sh-t we take, is better than the sh-t you make
don’t f-ck with us
or we might bust’ a hot rhyme
so fast, you won’t have enough time to respond back
derail two amtracks at the same track
we roll the streets, where we at
taylor gang was full of wack
make some sh-t, and we will respond back

[verse 2: rimmer]
first off, f-ck your posts
and the crew you claimed
hit makers when we ride
we ride with mentality game
you rappers belong in the trash bin
to me your just a has been
hearts i be rippin
taylor and grendel
some mark -ss b-tches
we keep on coming
while you acting blue bumming
steady gunning
keep on busting at them fools
you know the rap g*nius rules
maboo go ask you homie
how i’ll leave you
cut your young -ss up
see you in pieces
now be deceased
taylor-gang
don’t f-ck around with real g’s
quick to sn-tch your ugly face off the threads
so f-ck peace
i’ll let them forumers know
it’s on for trife life
don’t let the hitmakers
win the night
haters hem kit murdered on wax and k!ll
just wait and see, and get your body peeled

[hook:illegal weapons]

[verse 3: redmasta]
i see haters get blazed in the firery pits of h-ll
tell them sh-t and say oh well
‘g-y’lor gang, and gonna make sh-t that gonna sell
must he take dis to my jail cell
come and try to diss the hits
you must be a white boy with zits
must of stolen some of that sh-t you wrote
then everyone laughed at it and choked
so stop taking that weed, and make something that will succeed
i make n-ggas bleed after see that bullsh-t they see
make me, b-tch
dump you in a ditch
like that kim chick and never breath again

[verse 4: madd dogg]
i wish these people would die already
these haters better get ready and hold steady
this gun i will pull it and a give you a bullet
sh-t is bull and its just gonna bull into something we won’t like
so kind of internet fight, get on your knees
and bow down to me
people never listen
they make me sickin’
than those d-cks they l!ckin’
and getting hiv from the lips they be kissin’
the hitmakers be dissin’
so watch out m-th-f-ckaz

[hook: illegal weapons]
where they will go without me
i see them die
but may not return
i shall never die

[outro: illegal weapons]
yo never f-ck with the hitmakers, b-tch
if ain’t gonna keep it real, why he indended to diss you
so try to diss back, we the hitmakers. b-tch
straight outta da m-th-f-ckin’ mic
illegal weapons
rimmer
madd doogg
redmasta
you f-cking know who we are
can’t f-ck with the money
we shred things up, like a shredder
the shredders of rap
2011 to infinite
hitmakers

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