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Soulja Slim, Master P
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Check this out, Waller (hm-hm)
Na, after you handle it there (look bro)
(You know what I'm talkin' bout) have you seen the news bro
She has my paper to tomorrow
I got a motherfuckin' paper, gon' be waitin' on you
Nigga, they put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit, 'cause the hitman dead
You give me 25, now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet my other half he be dead by sun
Nigga, they put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit, 'cause the hitman dead
You give me 25, 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 hits like the hitman
But I'm the go get man, the don't give a shit man
Bullet spit man, if you runnin' I'ma find you
No matter where you're also the slim is right behind you
To remind you, about the contract
You best to be up on your shit, 'cause I'm all about the combat
You best to have your people's watchin' your bag
But that will matter 'cause I'm on the attack
Fuck 'em, I'ma kill 'em all if the price is right
One man slage, gange, yeah, that pistol pipe, holding it tight
This soldier for life stays on the flight
Stalking my prey and, I get him by the end of the night
Over with him, sober shit, nigga, never
Murder, murder, simple ain't it?
But I do some clever, I do It ever
It takes to get little ends, taking hits
Jack in the rap and you're dead
It don't stop 'til my body drops, six feet
Underground, bury me with my gun
Two bundles and a pound
So I can get loaded, wherever I'm going
And if I reach hell, you know in the devil ball blowin'
And beefing at the same time
'Cause two bad motherfuckers can't get along
Lord knows I won't go to heaven but I done much wrong
Like jacking, killing and all that
I don't fucked with niggas, take hits, kill babies and all that
But I don't want the baby, I want that nigga
But if I snatch the baby, maybe he'll give it up quicker with the quickness
(You know what I'm saying, Slim, this shit, this shit is real)
This shit's a hobby, this shit's a business
Nigga, they put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit, 'cause the hitman dead
He give me 25, nine and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
I'ma lay low, and catch him while he coming out his front door
And hit him with a 30-30, with a scope and that'll be all he wrote
Picture me bustin' this shit wide open, bullets floatin'
Through his body, comin' out his bed before he hit me
Catch a heart attack from the sound, tryna get face down on the ground
But I done touched his ass already full sundown
Now it's time to get my fetid, 'cause we done bet it
And the nigga not owe me 50 more G's, he got the green
Talkin' bout, he bringin' me keys, he say 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 it for some type of bitch
But watch out quick, I spanked the nigga since the hit
Nigga, they put a couple of G's over your head
And I took the hit, 'cause the hit man dead
You give me 25, now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
Nigga, they put a couple of G's over your head
And I took the hit, 'cause the hit man dead
You give me 25, now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
No questions
You know what I'm saying
Fuck you dead, and this shit is just like that
Like that, niggas playing motherfucking niggas
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm one nigga ain't gonna have
Behind mine (you dead)
Mine
Is mine
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