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IT'Z THA' H.I.T.M.A.N MAN!!!

HK: i'm the HITMAN ENFORCA' and i'm blastin' wit heat/
I hate to offend you but you last on the menu what ya rappin' is weak/

get ready bitch... fasten ya seats...

V1: buckles that is... 38 hollow tips crushin' ya ribs/
niggas know what i'm bout and the reprocussions I give/

stomp loud mouths out... and deliver concussions to kids/
THA LAW niggas... u know damn right who the fucc this is/

RV got customers so i'm new to this block/
I throw lucritive shots from the suit to the watch/

I'ma show u the difference between a coupe and a drop/
from the hardknocks of VA wit loot in the socks/

my nickname is Tha' Law obey em' or get twisted/
i'ma misfit no niggas kick shit this sick/

Lawless bitch... I own the venom/
I'm sick and spittin pneumonia syptoms/

bad day half a K is the minimum money/
ma jus keep ya eyes on my nuts and where i'm sendin em' honey/

I see ya fake click emergin' the panic/
cause they know I got tools in the hood like a hardworkin' mechanic/

think about ya career... is it worth this damage/
you know betta to hurt the hand that/

fed you muthafuckaz brought you up a notch/
I could care less air ya chest and let ya brotha watch/

I manage to have a lyrical advantage flip off otha cops/
you gon have mo clips no chips and anotha plot/

to try to get at me.. I spit wit fluidity/
i'ma make you new to misery and pursue wit history/

makin' my name known at the HITMAN reppa/
no niggas pull triggas and puff on ciggas or split clans betta/

I'm the man shredda goddamn ya clan betta get luck next time/
fucc a vest my Smith N Wess hurt the chest fucc ya Teflon catch a F(flat) line/

I get alot for verses and double for hooks/
the 45 slugga got ya shook n hoppin n whips n pullin out like you broke the rubber in puss/

who's next on the histlist I'm viscious wit divine works/
makin' mcs walk quicka the W.C in concert/

talkin to LAW like I need any advice/
when I pull the hammer and steer yall ain't buckin' neer(bucaneer) like a Simeon Rice/

fine bitches rhyme the sickest and I got plenty of ice/
all I need for the night is some gin and a light/

I'ma crippa' expose niggas wit the bitch posture/
I work wit shells n cheese like a mixed pasta/

the brick droppa don't shit get hotta then this/
keep talkin' shit and get knocked up side ya muthafuccin' head wit a bottle of cris/

hynotic a shit hangin wit modelin' chicks/
that are osessed wit jets big checks n gobblin' dicks/

I'M OUT

HK: i'm the HITMAN ENFORCA' and i'm blastin' wit heat/
I hate to offend you but you last on the menu what ya rappin' is weak/

get ready bitch... fasten ya seats...