Hit List

Lyrics for Hit List

I lay my cards on the table, flip ´em over it´s full house Sippin on my drink got me starring, now I´m trippin nah Goldie got my back we go creepin with the sawed off Ricochet boom ping ping bodies hauled off Cemetery action don´t be slacking, slippin get you killed Mac is in this motherfucker trick get your wig split Dollar bills that I stack keep me on the track Make a hustle for a living by the trigger with a gat on Bust nigga duck duck we gon´play a tune Got the game from the streets, just from fucking with them old coons Notice how I listen to that old fucker daliq shit Parliament, Marvin Gate bumping every greatest hit Niggas on the side in the shadow of a real pimp Gossip like a hoe getting mad, who you checking bitch Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Why you wanna check? I got my gack I hang with OG´s Hoes wanna throw blows and roll up their sleeves But a nigga like me ain´t ready to hit the dirt Getting all musty now I´m fresh with my guess And you wanna get me dusty These punks taking of their shirt Showing out for the bitches Fuck all you tricks I ain´t bought these extra clips for shit Somebody gon´ have to pay Cause we´re from the west bay If you get too frightened when you get whooped You gon´ get a gat anyway Wanna fight for two or three minutes, Police been [?] Let´s just get this shit over with so Tommy Wright can vamp bitch Ain´t no use of being fair 'cause my opponent will do it too West side chewin’ false niggas always got a come out true I ain´t finna scrap I wanna do more than just dish your pain In that way I can never get stuck with your fucking blood stain Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe It´s about the time for me to light a spliff up Take a deep puff once again blow this roof off this motherfucker Pass me a light let me demonstrate It´s a deadly/ daily thang if you can´t hang Get the fuck away From me boys don´t step, wrong living kind of fat But it´s hard being there so I´m winning [?] Call them pop one time in your skull You gon´ fuck who? Dead on your back turn them Ashes 2 Dust fool Caught up in a 187 redrum make it manslaughter Calling all cars, Goldie on the run Fuck that I ain´t finna run on the 206 guilty They gon´ have to catch me lying six feet Shit on my mind in my world full of green dollars Bitches I can fuck see they all love a king Mr. Goldie say it loud, I fuck ´em harder I break some up, something propper with this head knuckle Yo I [?] And stroke ´em like a champ I hit ´em for that money motherfucker Then I vamp Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain´t no use in throwing blows I just wanna smoke you hoe