Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Hitman lyrics

I get paid to do what I do and say what I say
Assassinate you quick it's easy for me
To dead you, I'm special
Like the 38 with black electrical tape
My handle
Banana clip P 'cause I spit rap and
Fire you hear claps and screams
From out the crowd I kill em on stage
In front all these people and fuck the police
I'm fresh out the cage my heart full of rage
My head full of waves I could body more lames
Moment of silence this violence
They rockin all black then
Mourning 'cause I just
Murder for sport it's fun to me
I do this for a living you a victim G
I turn where you stand to a homicide scene
I'm a hitman this is how I eat

Killer, radio killer, contract killer
Studio killer nigga 'cause I make hit's
Call me hitman bitch i get paid for murder
Number one with a bullet
All that bullshit is that dead
You best keep it moving
Nigga 'cause I make hit's call
Me hit man bitch i get paid for murder

Art of war call me Basquiat
Call me Warhol paint to town
Red when I spit it hit man for hire
For the right price I'll light up
Your life with this fire
I don't go pop my shit bang
I hit you with this 16 you get slayed
The professional
I clean up the mess that the clean
Up man left I'm telling you
May God help you, you in my scope
When killing this bitch body in this flows
You get finish like the checkerboard flag
I do it to you niggas
Don't play with me man get yourself ruined
We're not the same pedigree
Nothing like me and I'meverything
You wish you was, I wish you luck
I wish you would, I hit you up now die now

It don't stop till the casket drop
Get your shit pushed back
By the shit-push backer
Platinum and gold plaquer
You don't make hit's you drop bricks
You just a battle rapper
A wannabe celebrity
You think you so hot but you're not like me
Separate the elite from the weak
Yous a certified scrub I'm a certified beast

And after all the smoke is done
We'll see who makes hit's and who got hit up
Your woman in my line of fire
I'ma body her body
Now I mean I get paid for murder