"Takin' Hits" lyrics
(feat. Master P)
This nigga that put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
[x2]
No questions cause I be taking hits like the hitman
But I'm the go get man, the don't give a shit man
Bullets spit man, if you running I'm a find you
No matter where you are Soulja Slim is right behind you
To remind you about the contract
You best a be up on your shit cause I'm all about the combat
You best a have your peoples watching your back
But that won't matter cause I'm on the attack
Fuck em I'll kill em all if the price is right
One man slanging that pistol pipe
Holding it tight, that soldier for life, [?]
Stalking my prey and I'll get em by the end of the night
Over with em sour shit nigga never
Murder, murder, simple ain't it, but I does it clever
I do whatever it takes to get a little ends
Taking hits, back in the wrath and your dead
It don't stop till my body drops six feet underground
Bury me with my guns, two buckles and a pound
So I can get loaded wherever I'm goin
And if I reach hell you know me and the devil bout blowin
And beefing at the same time
Cause two bad motherfuckers can't get along
Lord knows I wanna go to heaven but I done much wrong
Like jacking, killing and all that
I done fucked with niggas, take hits, kill babies and all that
But I don't want the baby, I want that nigga
But if I snatch the baby maybe he give it up quicker
With the quickness (Know what I'm sayin? This shit's for real)
This shit's a hobby, this shit's a business
This nigga that put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
Shhhhh, I'm a lay low and catch him while
He's coming out his front door
And hit him with the thirty thirty
With the scope and that'll be all he wrote
Picture me busting his shit wide open
Bullets floating
Through his body coming out his back before
Enemies catch a heart attack from the sound
Trying to get face down on the ground
But I done touched his ass already before
Sundown now it's time to get my Fetty
Cause we done betty, and the nigga now owe me fifty more G's
He got the green talkin bout he breaking the key
He said that's all he got I better take it now
He bout to go out of town, that's how he be making his rounds
This nigga must take me for some type of bitch
But watch how quick I spank the nigga since the hit
This nigga that put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
[x2]
No questions
And I done took the hit cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
[x2]
No questions cause I be taking hits like the hitman
But I'm the go get man, the don't give a shit man
Bullets spit man, if you running I'm a find you
No matter where you are Soulja Slim is right behind you
To remind you about the contract
You best a be up on your shit cause I'm all about the combat
You best a have your peoples watching your back
But that won't matter cause I'm on the attack
Fuck em I'll kill em all if the price is right
One man slanging that pistol pipe
Holding it tight, that soldier for life, [?]
Stalking my prey and I'll get em by the end of the night
Over with em sour shit nigga never
Murder, murder, simple ain't it, but I does it clever
I do whatever it takes to get a little ends
Taking hits, back in the wrath and your dead
It don't stop till my body drops six feet underground
Bury me with my guns, two buckles and a pound
So I can get loaded wherever I'm goin
And if I reach hell you know me and the devil bout blowin
And beefing at the same time
Cause two bad motherfuckers can't get along
Lord knows I wanna go to heaven but I done much wrong
Like jacking, killing and all that
I done fucked with niggas, take hits, kill babies and all that
But I don't want the baby, I want that nigga
But if I snatch the baby maybe he give it up quicker
With the quickness (Know what I'm sayin? This shit's for real)
This shit's a hobby, this shit's a business
This nigga that put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
Shhhhh, I'm a lay low and catch him while
He's coming out his front door
And hit him with the thirty thirty
With the scope and that'll be all he wrote
Picture me busting his shit wide open
Bullets floating
Through his body coming out his back before
Enemies catch a heart attack from the sound
Trying to get face down on the ground
But I done touched his ass already before
Sundown now it's time to get my Fetty
Cause we done betty, and the nigga now owe me fifty more G's
He got the green talkin bout he breaking the key
He said that's all he got I better take it now
He bout to go out of town, that's how he be making his rounds
This nigga must take me for some type of bitch
But watch how quick I spank the nigga since the hit
This nigga that put a couple of G's over your head
And I done took the hit cause the hitman's dead
They give me twenty five now and the rest when I'm done
Let's bet the other half he be dead by sun
[x2]
No questions
Writer(s): P. Miller, Odell Vickers, J. Tapp
