Hitman's Diary

[Production by Dr. Butcher]

[Hook]

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

Niggas is struck with the underworld click

[Verse 1]

Yo it was midnight n' rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians

Gold chains, and carryin' Iranians

Pulled out to stain-y 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 them dudes see-through, but I still see two

Of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal

Shit that got put at Benny Siegel, fuck these illegal

Alien-ass niggas out of the grass

Put extra clips up on the dash and continued to blast

Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed

A bloodbath, three niggas found dead on the ave

Went to a phone and hit my nigga Big C, swiftly

Yo dig this shit G, these niggas tried to hit me

Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, we movin' quickly

I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet

"Aiyyo what happened G?"  Niggas on the ave was clappin' at me

Bustin' at me, tryin' a 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'm a 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 torches, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned

He probably got numb, 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

[Hook](x2)

[Verse 2]

February 14 in '95, time: about 4:45

I'm coppin' pies in a high-rise

Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size

These fuckin' cha-cha's, have you covered with flies

Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin' guns big as life-size

Had the chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs

Yo senorita, mamacita, wish to plead with the boricua cliqua

Arriba, flash the heat-ahs

We started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in

Haulin' package of silver chalk in, shit ain't the raw and

Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs

Before the poison, drown a fuckin' free man like Morgan

Two hit the floorin' with blood pourin' left em snorin'

Their wigs tore in, layin' all up against the door then

Them niggas sprayed, 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' a bed with the spray shit, tryin' a 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

Niggas is on the floor tomato pasted

Wasted, spirit erased it

Body case it, went to the other side, embrace it

The whole place is lit, we Scarface the shit

Cigar case n' 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

[Hook](x2)