Killarmy - The Hit Lyrics
[Intro: 4th Disciple (ShoGun Assason)]When you see me, keep on movin (Yeah motha*****a)Ain't nuttin sweet, nigga (Think I'ma let that shit ride)(Right)[Chorus: ShoGun Assason]When you see that nigga, that faggot ass niggaCrash that nigga, slash that niggaBlast that nigga, splash that niggaSmash that nigga, bomb that niggaBurn that nigga, return that niggaWhen you see that nigga, that snake ass niggaThat crab ass nigga, that 85 niggaSmash that nigga, blast that nigga[ShoGun Assason](Blast that nigga..)Yo put The Hit out, take that nigga and his wannabee click outRun up in the hide-out with the red beams outHit the switch, turn and buck ya lights outTotal blackout so no one will see the brains splash outAs we spaz out, camouflage large, no doubtThe God ain't no slouchGaul' up in ya mouth if you talk shitYa knocked quick for actin tough shitWhat you think I'm on some crab shit?Get laid on ya back kid, Killa stacks itWith a semi-automatic burn ya like fire to plasticCuz times is hard and shit is drasticI'm in this game for life, playa, ain't tryin to end up in no casketThat's why I live mathematics and stray away from the savage***** y'all niggas cuz y'all niggas ain't shitY'all said y'all be ready for the war but didn't come equippedNow I'm on some shit, murder 1 ya heard of it kidPlace ya bid on who will die firstFrom the tear of the heartless menBreak down the lost and found infinitelyI strike yo' city like a cycloneMy fury leave ya mind blownBare death to the a-toneLaughin after ya face goneAll you could do is moan and groanCuz the stun of the gun got you numb and dumbCan't speak, forced to leave yo' plasma on the streetThen stand the terrainThat's the penalty when you go against the grainNigga[Chorus: ShoGun Assason]Blast that nigga, slash that niggaCrash that nigga, bomb that niggaBurn that nigga, return that niggaWhen you see that nigga, that snake ass niggaCrab ass nigga, 85 niggaCrash that nigga, blast that niggaSlash that nigga, splash that niggaBomb that nigga, burn that niggaReturn that nigga when you see that niggaSnake ass nigga, crab ass nigga[4th Disciple]What's really goin on?Everybody actin like I'm the one to be fronted onAll my friends have befriended meBut still be lookin in my face all friendlyThat's why I can't see no peace for me'Til I'm dead and gone, at 4 the wars always onCuz I lost everything next to my mentalAlong with the General, I'm unstableI might blackout and wildRun up in the trial of the Big Willie niggaWith attempts to kill a niggaAs the caps peal niggaOnly through conflict could I be made sickTurmoil makes my blood boilLittle darts are blazin niggas in the soulCut him up in a 1000 piecesIn grams of 20 bags of Crown RoyalGive him a savage burial, piss on graveTell him, "What you read is what you sold nigga"And just to let you know niggaI never gave up, never willShoot to kill is my mottoKeep the chrome *****ed, ready to release hollowsAnd never come to shootout with a gun that's borrowedYou think niggas forgot about that lickIn that mini street war last night, kid you stupid?You must be slippin or sniffin or either bothFor you not to check if the coast is clearOr if you're bein followed closely from the rearOn ya trip home, ya niggas'll run up in ya, leave 1 in ya domeRun at the front door of ya king dome[Islord]Killarm' we bomb dead armQuick to drop bombs like Sadaam on ya sectorKillah Hill 10304 blood travels through my veinsSon I'm goin insaneOdds paralell to street war but I must maintainMy thoughts on my lessonsYou never catch me guessinOr off point, or not vested to protect my waist upYeah you fake *****s, bring itAnd watch this Killa Bee kid sting itFrom all angles, to hit ya pressure points in ya jointsTo leave ya stiff as a manequinAnd I'm quick to tell the snitches standin with the Gods againLeavin mad bloodshed on the scene {*echoes*
