Hitmans Diary Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Hitmans Diary Lyrics

    [kool g. rap]
    Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
    The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
    Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
    Niggaz 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 shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga 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 shit 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
    Shit that got put in beenie seagal, fuck these illegal
    Alien-ass niggaz out of the grass
    Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
    Fire flashed, i left another one of em splashed
    The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave
    Went to a phone to hit my nigga big c, swiftly
    Yo dig the shit g, these niggaz tried to hit me
    Yo meet me in about fifty, with big ash, be movin quickly
    I'm about to hit d, put that motherfucker six feet
    "aiyyo what happened g?" niggaz 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 nigga jay, call the nigga damien for me okay?
    Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
    "aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"
    If he play, i'ma split his toupee, we on our way
    To this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
    And watchin, horses racin with other bosses
    Pulled out the torch and, the nigga 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 nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun

    Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
    The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
    Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
    Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

    Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
    The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
    Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
    Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

    February 14 in '95, time about 4:45
    I'm coppin pies in a highrise
    Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
    These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
    Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
    Had a chick up on the bed and shit, 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, shit ain't the raw and
    Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
    But for the poison, tryin to fuckin 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 nigga 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 shit
    She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
    Ok bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
    And left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
    Emptied the clip, then replaced it
    Niggaz 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 shit
    Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit
    One nigga 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 shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
    Left out the front door like we ain't do shit

    Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
    The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
    Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
    Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

    Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
    The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
    Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
    Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

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