Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diary Of A Hitman, artist - Main Source.
Date of issue: 21.04.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Diary Of A Hitman |
Ayo, straight up and down on the reel to real, if you |
drug abusing child abusers don’t get your shit |
right now, your children might grow up like this |
He was born in a jail cell, cause his mother was a con |
And in his mother’s cupped arms was a newborn timebomb |
But it wasn’t his fault he was in the cageed vault for aggrivated assault |
On his eight-year-old sister |
As Mr. Daddy stood there, instead he should have dissed her |
And now mommy’s found guilty |
Cause she almost beat her daughter to death for spilling a glass of milk, |
see |
Poppa was a boozer, momma was a drug abuser |
They were no-win losers |
And now Sonny’s gotta struggle |
And another day of life to him’s another day of trouble |
You gotta live this life for you to try and understand |
The diary of a hitman |
The diary of a hitman |
Sonny’s making money on the norm and you know he’s got another job |
When you see him with the leather gloves on He got a look in his eye like he wants to die |
Packing the nine double murder near his thigh |
10 G’s a head, whoever you want dead |
Will be filled with lead, and be buried in their own red |
He don’t sleep at night, cause he’s just like an owl |
On the prowl and his lifestyle’s foul |
A self-made boss in the ??? |
of his moms and pops |
Is what really ticks him off |
A flashback from the past, dad whipping mom’s ass |
For the cash, after that she hit the stash |
And takes a blast of the trash she was hooked on And Sonny felt helpless, as he looked on You gotta live this life for you to try and understand |
The diary of a hitman |
The diary of a hitman |
Sonny got a call from the mob |
It was 100,000 grand for my man to do a quick job |
The contract was plain and simple |
One in the mouth for talking, then two to the temple |
The address looked kinda funny |
But Sonny didn’t care who was there, cause he was in it for the money |
He made his way to the crime spot, the victim |
With nothing on his mind at the time but to get him |
He arrived at 10 o’clock and didn’t even knock |
He just shot off the lock |
And he kicked the door open |
Destined to smoke him, nope, Sonny wasn’t joking |
He made his way up the stairs, and there’s |
Mommy in tears, and daddy in fears |
But he didn’t give a damn cause he never had a fam |
So now it’s time to silence the lamb |
Momma took the first three, so now she’s living drug free |
Cause she’s put out of misery |
And Daddy’s on his knees yelling Please Sonny please |
But Sonny squeezed |
You had to live this life for you to try and understand |
The diary of a hitman |
The diary of a hitman |