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Hittman, 2000 Comin' in stompin', it's Hitt from Bronson In collaboration with Dre from Compton Huh, I came to say a lil' somethin' (Hittman, 2000) Hittman, at your service Highly intensive tongue talents makin' all nervous Y'all fakin', I'm 409, with my rhymes all purpose Y'all hatin', popped up with Dre, y'all nervous Y'all waitin', anticipatin' my arrival California survivalist Smash on any man rival this Blast on anyone who don't ride with Hitt Y'all better buy my shit I said, "Buy, not bite my shit" Rappin' since '85, think I don't write my shit? Bitch, get off my dick (Yes, these are) these are the last days (of my life) Brian Bailey and on ('fore I raise) Before I'm out, I want all y'all to say that nigga Hittman's tight (but I'll be back) (Goddamn right) goddamn right These are the last days (of my life) of my life ('fore I raise) Man, I want all y'all to say that nigga Hittman's tight (but I'll be back) Beginning this verse where the video ended Was anyone offended, 'bout how I shitted? I'm the real Hitt, ain't no pretend bitch Rubber grip ten clips, for starters When H-I double T spits, it's a time for martyrs Newcomers and forefathers You want none of the unknown author Part Bunchy Carter half Fred Hampton Dressed like a CO, sent to hit Charles Manson Mask and hands covered, straight villain Make killings, but when I'm chillin' Hoes say Hittman's a handsome motherfucker Granted it's the Grants that make 'em fan brothers Fuck romance, I'm a ransom lover I bag rich bitches, gag 'em, and tie 'em up to one another (Hittman aight) I'm tight enough to be discovered By the Westcoast's tops, nigga The same guy who found Eminem, Snoop and DOC In 2000, H marks the spot See I'm the first Hittman, y'all niggas tryna be the next Pac That's where you lost Fuck around and get your ass nailed to a cross If rap was football, I would be Randy Moss The hottest nigga favorite cocktail's Molotov Niggas callin' Aftermath like Dre call 'em off (call 'em off, call 'em off) I'm the reason why you fallen off Fallen off (fallen off), fallen off (fallen off) Fallen off (fallen off), fallen off (fallen off) Hittman is a goin' off (Yes, these are) these are the last days (of my life) Brian Bailey and on ('fore I raise) Before I'm out, I want all y'all to say that nigga Hittman's tight (but I'll be back) (Goddamn right) goddamn right These are the last days (of my life) of my life ('fore I raise) Man, I want all y'all to say that nigga Hittman's tight (but I'll be back)
Writer(s): Earl Klugh, Tyrone Taylor, Kirk Jones, Fred Jr. Scruggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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