Представляем точный текст композиции "Hitmen/cheapskit" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sporty Thievz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hitmen/cheapskit» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sporty Thievz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sporty Thievz - "Hitmen/cheapskit"
Lyrics to Hitmen/cheapskit : I want him dead. I dont care how you do it, I dont care when you do it, but I just want him dead. I dont care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother, but I want him dead. I want his mother dead, I want his father dead... I dont care-I want his DOG dead... [Verse 1] Sonny pat me down, sat me down, said look at me now Kirk, no fucking around, I want you to clap this clown If you fuck up, then you fucked, best not to fuck Fuck you fucked then what' FUCK! You think you tough' Chill! I need twos to bust, save the anger And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin me' Guess not...who you want dead' "Vinnie." How much bread' Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!" Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me' Lucky As long as none of you touch me everythingll be lovely Trust me, where the money at' Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat Youre black, you get the money when you come back!" Whats that' Whatchu say' Nah you didnt say that Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back" Clack, I dont play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!] Thats for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!] Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car Vinnie said, "What' No scars' Howd it go down, par'" "Like quicksand." "Damn, heres your thirty-six grand. Lemme shake your hand, shit man, youre my favorite hit man!" [Chorus] Yo we hitmen, charge thirty Gs ahead You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin this But sudden moves will just make yourself obvious Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I might Take the life of whoever knowing never could do it better Remember no kids and double for females Pass the bills, pictures, and details and Ill do the kill [Verse 2] Peep the sag, I was fronted two Gs by the mob Two Zs and the Saab for this hitman job Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation Them niggas transporter was lacing Coke was missing they was shortin it up He was supposed to be importin it up, but he was snortin it up So they sent me to his house in a 98 Blazer Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer Jumped out with all black on feeling no love With the untouched slugs, black mask with the gloves Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-o Headed for the door with two tickets to Fransisco Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rio Flower shirt with the straw hat holding parico Yo chico! Wheres the rest of the kilos, we know you got em Red light dot him, spot him on his head, shot him His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking A holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock in She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers [gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers Before she showed you where the Coca was' Fuck man..." [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dog it aint much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training What to and not to do when the bullets start raining Killing and maintaining be the key for this academy Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me FUCK if its unloaded, threaten this mans health Bust me by mistake Ill kill you my DAMN self Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze till they squirm Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggas Never let a contract disrespect your flow Cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your dough But yo, the best target is one that barely moves German 2s thatll be kept tucked under daily news Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on You dont want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man But shit, man, thats all part of being a hitman [Conversation with amateur hitman] [Chorus] Theres three nos to a hitman: No kids No mistakes No witnesses Class dismissed [ Hitmen/cheapskit Lyrics ]
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