The Hit Lyrics

The Hit lyrics

[Intro][Joe Mafia]

Shit, pass the clubs it over here

Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft

Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt

Niggas got Napolean down

Gassed their whole scene



[Napolean]

Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states

Fans walked in with ten video tapes

I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years

Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear

Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman

Took both families out for a hundred grand

Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles

With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions

Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,

Who flexed gold just on his Lex

But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight

Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes

He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana

Game info about this chick named Tiwanna

Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains

Underground stash location with six million

To take, revail straight mafia shit

Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick

He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated

Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted

Murder cases, some foul and some fixed

Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints



Chorus- Myalansky

Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints

Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean

Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in

Shisty can't leave no traces and shit

We barkin here



[Joe Mafia]

We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out

Who thugged his back out? I can't see him

One of the cats shot the lights out

Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky

I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun

Turn around son, blow we bust one

So close it almost touched him

You aight son? I got this

He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?

They trying to leave a nigga rockless

When he came into the spot though

Watching Polio get dough

They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door

We made our way out, with the flame out

With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point

Who thugged his back out?



Chorus



[Myalansky]

Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean

Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in

Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers

Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them

Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy

You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him

Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars

Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them

Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him

Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid

Though we never forget their ass

Stash the burners, no fingerprints

No rust say shit, routine, go head



Chorus