Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Man, artist - Cool Breeze. Date of issue: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hit Man |
| Million dollas for a hit man |
| Hit man, hit man |
| Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise |
| What if your re-up was in this bag? |
| In your car, and we popped the steering wheel |
| And left it up by Six Flags (hit man) |
| My whole family full of? |
| Hetland? |
| hustlas |
| Now tell your momma ya’ll ready to move again |
| Cuz we ain’t nothin' but trouble |
| My auntie say that I don’t pay attention |
| And call the law when she drink |
| And think that that’s gon' make me listen |
| Man, I got cousins from the Dirty South |
| Who’ll walk up to this police car |
| Open the door and let me out (hit man) |
| Me and my family got the most game |
| Just to get close to me, brothers come around |
| And repeat my slang |
| I run this town just like Michael Jordan |
| Everytime I say wassup |
| My whole click say «JUST EAST POINT!» |
| Brothers come around, givin' us pounds |
| Cuz our family own land in this town |
| Man, you could be Black with a acc |
| Who got a boat full of smack |
| And you wouldn’t sell a sack |
| (Witchdoctor) |
| 1 — We ain’t nothin' but some (hit men) |
| 50 thousand for a (hit man) |
| Tell the DJ, spin a (hit man) |
| East Points greatest (hit man) |
| All the ladies need a (hit man) |
| Dungeon Family, we da (hit men) |
| We drop nothin' but them (hit men) |
| Get down with a (hit man) |
| Cool Breeze we right here with you, and we gon' blast with you |
| Uhh, I was born doin' this hot season |
| Sellin' authentic bloodline, sent to earth to bust rhymes |
| Similar to a machine gun |
| See I fiend and seek funds |
| Be chiefin' like it’s the last one (hit man) |
| Blast one car jacker to smitherines |
| If he pull the gat on you first |
| Give him everything but your dreams |
| Atlanta bound, homebase, 2 over |
| We give chase back to the beats |
| Passin' by the police in the streets |
| Georgia on my mind |
| All the peaches to nibble on |
| Back on the grind when all your figures gone |
| Check this out, run with the gat, ya put the clip in it |
| Ah ah, then you check money for the slip in it |
| The world is on fire, sin is murder for hire |
| Whatever evil shit you desire |
| Easy a chameleon, forever changin' |
| Over colors, no more bangin' |
| You wanna keep dead bodies from danglin' on the hit man |
| Three brothers like Backbone… |
| We ain’t nothing but some (hit man) |
| Hundred thousand for a (hit man) |
| Tell the DJ play a (hit man) |
| East Point’s Greatest (hit man) |
| All the ladies need a (hit man) |
| Dungeon Family the (hit man) |
| 30 million for a (hit man) |
| It don’t stop cause (hit man) |
| SWATS GA |
| Through the back door |
| It’s front street shorty |
| With mister Freddie Calhoun the hustla |
| Bringin' pain to these suckers |
| Off the top of the dock, wet you up like fluid |
| Slick, slow down, cuz we do really get to it 'round here |
| Down here it get hot, see I’m born and bred |
| 'Til I’m dead, gon' be swat, like it or not |
| It’s on 24, like the clock, tick tock |
| Convertible tops, Cavarsier on the rocks |
| Potna, this chrome get the attention |
| Don’t ask me no questions |
| You drop your books, you lose your lessons |
| Son, this Dungeon Family |
| You understandin' me? |
| Act like you seen this |
| We on the greenest, I mean this |
| Whatever you feel gone, let it off |
| We amped up and ready to set it off |
| Sound off, sound off, sound off |
| Come on now you see 'em bangin (hit man) |
| All day everyday we got them (hit man) |
| Understand? |
| Ricky Ray got them (hit man) |
| Huh? |
| Ricky Ray got them (hit man) |
| Sleepy Brown got them (hit man) |
| Huh? |
| We ain’t nothing but some (hit man) |
| Goodie Mob got them (hit man) |
| The OUT got them (hit man) |
| Outkasts got them (hit man) |
| Cool Breeze, Witchdoctor, Lil Will (hit man) |
| Come on come on come on come on come on (hit man) |
| Infinity (hit man) |