The Hitman

[Verse 1: Stricklin]

It's no doubt, I'm just about the hottest dude on the mic

If you don't like it, tell me "fuck you" and be rude if you like

But if you do that, I might have to get nude with your wife

And have her saying that's "the best she's ever been screwed in her life"

Stricklin, yea I get paid to get cracking with the niggas

Spitman for hire, verbally smacking these niggas

And my price is from 2 grand down to a dollar

So if you want anyone fucked up just holla

It'll be lights, cameras, action like the big screen

No need for alarm, stay calm, I'm just armed with a 16

And I'mma spit at your head and have you ducking

So please come get me, cause with me is what you not fucking

Put your single out it's not gon' sell

I'm bad for you, my shit nasty like Taco Bell

Yea it's utterly disgusting and grimey

So if you want the job done, call ace, yea that dude'll know where to find me

[Hook]

You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on

Play around, I lay you down

Gun pow, it be going down diggy diggy down

Bullet holes all in your clique, who you with?

Say my name if you want more beef

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]

When the master raps, yo I blast a cap

You ain't gotta past the gat, where that bastard at?

I put a foot up his rectum, it was good that I checked him

The dog can't get his own hood to respect him

I'm a Hitman for hire, when I click, blam, and fire

You didn't know I had the pitch to get a man to retire

Be the one who goes to his place and kills him

Gets away with murder like Jayson Williams

So most rappers scared for there hands dirty

You ain't gon' write no real shit nigga till you hit 30

All I hear is rap about pussy and blunts

I got a right jab, nigga, that'll push through your fronts

And I really don't care if you drive an Aston Martin

I'll leave you unemployed like the cast of Martin

Cause most of these rappers never told the truth

So I sneak up and hit them in the voting booth

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]

I've been hired to hit

Every rapper trying to spit

Fuck a verse you can die in a skit

I get greasy like bacon fat

Take a gat, run chase a cat, then I break his back

I make them beg for mercy in they head they curse me

Another rappers body left dead in jersey

That's when I take the corpses

Cause they didn't go to IDA and take the courses

I'm yelling howdy man in the Audi van

With my rowdy plan like we Taliban

I take aim from the passenger seat, flashing the heat

Lay him on the curb like trash in the street

This a dangerous job, took a few to the head

Got hit up and was left for dead

But I won't go away like a college debt

So pay homage respect and acknowledge the rep

Of a Hitman

[Hook]