Strick - The Hitman lyrics

[Verse 1: Stricklin] It's no doubt, I'm just about the hottest dude on the mic If you don't like it, tell me "f** you" and be rude if you like But if you do that, I might have to get nude with your wife And have her saying that's "the best she's ever been screwed in her life" Stricklin, yea I get paid to get cracking with the n***as Spitman for hire, verbally smacking these n***as And my price is from 2 grand down to a dollar So if you want anyone f**ed up just holla It'll be lights, cameras, action like the big screen No need for alarm, stay calm, I'm just armed with a 16 And I'mma spit at your head and have you ducking So please come get me, cause with me is what you not f**ing Put your single out it's not gon' sell I'm bad for you, my sh** nasty like Taco Bell Yea it's utterly disgusting and grimey So if you want the job done, call ace, yea that dude'll know where to find me [Hook] You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on Play around, I lay you down Gun pow, it be going down diggy diggy down Bullet holes all in your clique, who you with? Say my name if you want more beef [Verse 2: Masta Ace] When the master raps, yo I blast a cap You ain't gotta past the gat, where that ba*tard at? I put a foot up his rectum, it was good that I checked him The dog can't get his own hood to respect him I'm a Hitman for hire, when I click, blam, and fire You didn't know I had the pitch to get a man to retire Be the one who goes to his place and k**s him Gets away with murder like Jayson Williams So most rappers scared for there hands dirty You ain't gon' write no real sh** n***a till you hit 30 All I hear is rap about p**y and blunts I got a right jab, n***a, that'll push through your fronts And I really don't care if you drive an Aston Martin I'll leave you unemployed like the cast of Martin Cause most of these rappers never told the truth So I sneak up and hit them in the voting booth [Hook] [Verse 3: Masta Ace] I've been hired to hit Every rapper trying to spit f** a verse you can die in a skit I get greasy like bacon fat Take a gat, run chase a cat, then I break his back I make them beg for mercy in they head they curse me Another rappers body left dead in jersey That's when I take the corpses Cause they didn't go to IDA and take the courses I'm yelling howdy man in the Audi van With my rowdy plan like we Taliban I take aim from the pa**enger seat, flashing the heat Lay him on the curb like trash in the street This a dangerous job, took a few to the head Got hit up and was left for dead But I won't go away like a college debt So pay homage respect and acknowledge the rep Of a Hitman [Hook]