Soulja Slim, Master P - Takin' Hits lyrics
[Soulja Slim, Master P - Takin' Hits lyrics]
This nigga that put a couple
Of G's over your head
And I done took the hit
Cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and
The rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
No questions cause I be taking hit's like the
Hitman
But I'm the go get man, the don't give a shit
Man
Bullets spit man, if you running I'm a find
You
No matter where you are Soulja Slim is right
Behind you to remind you about the contract
You best a be up on your shit cause I'm all
About the combat you best a have your
Peoples watching your back
But that won't matter cause I'm on the attack
Fuck em I'll kill em all
If the price is right
One man slanging that pistol pipe
Holding it tight, that soldier for life,?
Stalking my prey and I'll get em
By the end of the night
Over with em sour shit nigga never
Murder, murder, simple ain't it
But I does it clever
I do whatever it takes to get a little ends
Taking hit's, back in the wrath and your dead
It don't stop till my body
Drops six feet underground
Bury me with my guns, two buckles and a pound
So I can get loaded wherever I'm goin
And if I reach hell you know
Me and the devil bout blowin
And beefing at the same time
Cause two bad motherfuckers can't get along
Lord knows I wanna go to heaven
But I done much wrong
Like jacking, killing and all that
I done fucked with niggas, take hit's
Kill babies and all that
But I don't want the baby, I want that nigga
But if I snatch the baby maybe
He give it up quicker with the quickness
(know what I'm sayin? this shit's for real)
This shit's a hobby, this shit's a business
This nigga that put a couple
Of G's over your head
And I done took the hit
Cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and
The rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
Shhhhh, I'm a lay low and catch him while
He's coming out his front door
And hit him with the thirty thirty with the
Scope and that'll be all he wrote
Picture me busting his shit wide open
Bullets floating
Through his body coming out his back before
Enemies catch a heart attack
From the sound, trying to get face down on
The ground
But I done touched his ass already before
Sundown now it's time to get my fetty
Cause we done betty, and the nigga now owe
Me fifty more G's
He got the green talkin bout
He breaking the key
He said that's all he got
I better take it now
He bout to go out of town, that's how he be
Making his rounds
This nigga must take me for
Some type of bitch
But watch how quick I spank
The nigga since the hit
This nigga that put a couple
Of G's over your head
And I done took the hit
Cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and
The rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
Of G's over your head
And I done took the hit
Cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and
The rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
No questions cause I be taking hit's like the
Hitman
But I'm the go get man, the don't give a shit
Man
Bullets spit man, if you running I'm a find
You
No matter where you are Soulja Slim is right
Behind you to remind you about the contract
You best a be up on your shit cause I'm all
About the combat you best a have your
Peoples watching your back
But that won't matter cause I'm on the attack
Fuck em I'll kill em all
If the price is right
One man slanging that pistol pipe
Holding it tight, that soldier for life,?
Stalking my prey and I'll get em
By the end of the night
Over with em sour shit nigga never
Murder, murder, simple ain't it
But I does it clever
I do whatever it takes to get a little ends
Taking hit's, back in the wrath and your dead
It don't stop till my body
Drops six feet underground
Bury me with my guns, two buckles and a pound
So I can get loaded wherever I'm goin
And if I reach hell you know
Me and the devil bout blowin
And beefing at the same time
Cause two bad motherfuckers can't get along
Lord knows I wanna go to heaven
But I done much wrong
Like jacking, killing and all that
I done fucked with niggas, take hit's
Kill babies and all that
But I don't want the baby, I want that nigga
But if I snatch the baby maybe
He give it up quicker with the quickness
(know what I'm sayin? this shit's for real)
This shit's a hobby, this shit's a business
This nigga that put a couple
Of G's over your head
And I done took the hit
Cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and
The rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
Shhhhh, I'm a lay low and catch him while
He's coming out his front door
And hit him with the thirty thirty with the
Scope and that'll be all he wrote
Picture me busting his shit wide open
Bullets floating
Through his body coming out his back before
Enemies catch a heart attack
From the sound, trying to get face down on
The ground
But I done touched his ass already before
Sundown now it's time to get my fetty
Cause we done betty, and the nigga now owe
Me fifty more G's
He got the green talkin bout
He breaking the key
He said that's all he got
I better take it now
He bout to go out of town, that's how he be
Making his rounds
This nigga must take me for
Some type of bitch
But watch how quick I spank
The nigga since the hit
This nigga that put a couple
Of G's over your head
And I done took the hit
Cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and
The rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun