HITMAN

Lyrics

This isn't a revenge story, it's not even about justice It's about fixing a mistake, one that's very hard to ignore Something went wrong, something or someone felt challenged Now to make things right, that person must be eliminated Not out of anger, not out of guilt, but out of respect We offer a service – clean, precise, permanent Because sometimes, the only way to fix the problem is to gеt rid of the problem You may think this is a decision, but it was madе long before you arrived [Verse 1] Well, okay, dear Hitman, how much for a hit? It's a nigga I want gone, he make me sick Motherfucker think he tough, cause he been getting sick I hope he got a O-line, cause I'm finna send a blitz I really hate his soul, I hate the nigga the most If I could, I'd look him straight in the eyes and slit his throat I'm tired of this nigga, it's time for him to go "Well, before I press go, there's some things I need to know" Well, what? "How he look in the car he drive in and such?" Man, that nigga ugly as fuck, but I think he drive a truck It's black, but he getting money, so he probably done switched it up Goddamn, all these questions, is you done, what the fuck? "Boy, calm your tone when you talking to me 'Cause proper planning prevents trail from police" Man, just get the job done, and I'ma say the least Tell me what's the tab, I'll pay it this week [Chorus] I don't like you And you don't like me The last man standing Is how it's gon' be 'Cause I don't like you (Like you) And you don't like me (Like me) The last man standing (Last man standing) Is how it's gotta be (Is how it's gotta be) [Verse 2] It's been a whole week, Hit ain't answer his phone I hope he sitting outside that motherfucker's home Probably wanna know why I hate his fucking soul You probably think he fucked my bitch, well, hell no, come on, bro It's deeper than it seems I've been beefing with this nigga since I was a teen I should've killed him back then when he took my jeans And now I hate how he think he got one up on me Bitch, please, ol' stuttering-ass nigga Uh-uh-uh-uh-ugly-motherfucking-ass nigga A-a-a-a-a-at you, I fucking laugh, nigga Over a bitch, going out sad, nigga Crash out king, he's a liability Get him out the way with all my ability, skillfully It should be an easy hit He walk with a limp 'cause he got shot in the dick, really, though You need to pick up your phone Or hurry up and put this motherfucker where he belong I'ma call you in a week and see what you on Hitman, this motherfucker better be gone [Chorus] I don't like you And you don't like me The last man standing Is how it's gon' be 'Cause I don't like you (Like you) And you don't like me (Like me) The last man standing (Last man standing) Is how it's gotta be (Is how it's gotta be) [Verse 3] Dear Mr. Hitman, I gave you your orders Hurry up and get this nigga gone, away from my daughters All this talking on the phone, hope they don't record us For every day he live longer, that's a thousand shorter So I hang up, he call back sounding mad He like, "How you gon' try to renegotiate the bag? Fuck is that?" Well, this shit taking too long What type of hitman is you? You niggas faker than funk I gave you the addy, I gave where he at, where he hide I told you he ugly as fuck, the car is black that he drive I told you he full of pride and probably ready to slide And most likely got a strap on his left-hand side What the fuck else do you need? I’m tired You about a millimeter away from getting your ass fired He’s a threat to the family, I need him un-alive He replied, “Chill, he’s just hard to find” I’m starting to think that hitman is green ‘Cause I gave him every drop, so how the fuck he ain’t seen? I’m pretty sure he wearing the color red and some jeans With a fresh cut under cherry red, philly pink Matter of fact, fuck that, hitman, we gotta meet He sent the addy so close, I’m walking on my feet, literally He directly across the street Kind of glad I only paid him half the cash last week So I walk up from behind him, he ain’t notice the Jeep Tapped him on the shoulder like, “Fuck, I ain’t even think” He turned around and cherry red philly is what he seen Yeah, hitman, you was supposed to kill me