I want him dead.
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I don't care how you do it, I don't care when you do it,
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but I just want him dead.
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I don't care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother,
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but I want him dead.
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I want his mother dead, I want his father dead...
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I don't care-I want his DOG dead...
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(Verse 1)
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Sonny pat me down, sat me down, said look at me now
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'Kirk, no fucking around, I want you to clap this clown
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If you fuck up, then you fucked, best not to fuck
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Fuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?'
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Chill! I need two's to bust, save the anger
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And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me?
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Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?
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Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
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Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky
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As long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely
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Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat
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You're black, you get the money when you come back!"
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What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that
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Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back"
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Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]
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That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]
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Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car
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Vinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?"
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"Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand.
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Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!"
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(Chorus)
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Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's ahead
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You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled
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Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin' this
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But sudden moves will just make yourself obvious
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Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I might
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Take the life of whoever knowing never could do it better
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Remember no kids and double for females
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Pass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill
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(Verse 2)
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Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob
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Two Z's and the Saab for this hitman job
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Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation
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Them niggas transporter was lacing
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Coke was missing they was shortin' it up
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He was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up
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So they sent me to his house in a '98 Blazer
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Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer
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Jumped out with all black on feeling no love
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With the untouched slugs, black mask with the gloves
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Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-o
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Headed for the door with two tickets to 'Fransisco
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Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rio
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Flower shirt with the straw hat holding parico
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Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'em
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Red light dot him, spot him on his head, shot him
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His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking
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A holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock in
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She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers
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[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers
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Before she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..."
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 3)
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Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training
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What to and not to do when the bullets start raining
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Killing and maintaining be the key for this academy
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Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me
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FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's health
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Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self
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Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm
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Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggas
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Never let a contract disrespect your flow
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'Cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your dough
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But yo, the best target is one that barely moves
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German 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily news
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Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on
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You don't want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
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No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man
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But shit, man, that's all part of being a hitman
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(Conversation with amateur hitman)
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(Chorus)
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There's three no's to a hitman:
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No kids
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No mistakes
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No witnesses
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Class dismissed
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Hitmen
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Sporty Thi |