Hitmen Lyrics - Singles - Sporty Thievz

I want him dead. 

I don't care how you do it I don't care when you do it 

but I just want him dead. 

I don't care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother 

but I want him dead. 

I want his mother dead I want his father dead... 

I don't care I want his DOG dead... 

(Verse 1) 

Sonny pat me down sat me down said look at me now 

'Kirk no fucking around I want you to clap this clown 

If you fuck up then you fucked, best not to fuck 

Fuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?' 

Chill! I need two's to bust, save the anger 

And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me? 

Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread? 

Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!" 

Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky 

As long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely 

Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat 

You're black, you get the money when you come back!" 

What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that 

Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back" 

Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!] 

That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!] 

Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car 

Vinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?" 

"Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand. 

Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!" 

(Chorus) 

Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's ahead 

You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled 

Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin' this 

But sudden moves will just make yourself obvious 

Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I might 

Take the life of whoever knowing never could do it better 

Remember no kids and double for females 

Pass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill 

(Verse 2) 

Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob 

Two Z's and the Saab for this hitman job 

Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation 

Them niggas transporter was lacing 

Coke was missing they was shortin' it up 

He was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up 

So they sent me to his house in a '98 Blazer 

Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer 

Jumped out with all black on feeling no love 

With the untouched slugs, black mask with the gloves 

Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-o 

Headed for the door with two tickets to 'Fransisco 

Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rio 

Flower shirt with the straw hat holding parico 

Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'em 

Red light dot him, spot him on his head, shot him 

His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking 

A holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock in 

She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers 

[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers 

Before she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..." 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training 

What to and not to do when the bullets start raining 

Killing and maintaining be the key for this academy 

Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me 

FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's health 

Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self 

Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm 

Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggas 

Never let a contract disrespect your flow 

''cause you might be next to get it when collecting your dough 

But yo, the best target is one that barely moves 

German 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily news 

Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on 

You don't want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on 

No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man 

But shit, man, that's all part of being a hitman 

(Conversation with amateur hitman) 

(Chorus) 

There's three no's to a hitman: 

No kids 

No mistakes 

No witnesses 

Class dismissed