Hitman's Diary Lyrics - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

[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 

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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 

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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