Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit List , by - SaafirRelease date: 12.04.1999
Song language: English
Hit List |
| My nigga Sonnie Black. |
| About to spit this shit to you. |
| You might be on this |
| Motherfucker man. |
| You know? |
| Saafir: |
| Since the death of the first two icons I be wonderin' |
| Who’s gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt |
| Somebody is puttin' in major work |
| And drop the line of these top the line rhymer you know who was the first |
| And the second MC |
| The shit temps me |
| To keep practicing my aim at the shooting range |
| And keep my vest |
| In close range to my chest |
| Say a prayer to the game |
| Cause she won’t be the same after this |
| I heard they |
| Who is they? |
| I don’t know |
| But you know what they say |
| Don’t believe it till you see it |
| But now I peep the Ebony special Big Daddy Dane or Super Nat |
| Death’s comin' three and the shit is startin' to worry me (why?) |
| Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot |
| Maybe the government is fillin' it |
| Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappin' |
| Imagin' if they got fed up and attached a contract |
| To touch these pathetic lips |
| Believe me |
| It would be called |
| Hook: |
| The Hit List |
| But it never happens to you if you’re hitless |
| So you better stay sharp in you mental fitness |
| And always holla at your follies about business |
| What is this? |
| The Hit List |
| Saafir: |
| The newspapers read |
| «De La Soul Is Dead» |
| The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire |
| Shocking news travels like a live wire |
| To the Mississippi connect |
| Brought in from a club bathroom |
| Bartender slipped him a Mickey |
| Everybody in hip hop is trigger itchy |
| One of the Pharcyde got smoked in a hotel in Perkipsey |
| Upstate with no backin' I’m packin' heat |
| Like an immigrant work Nike factory |
| I feel like somebody is watchin' me |
| I got eyes in the back of my head and under my balls |
| Cassette from outside bathroom door stall |
| Watchin' my back without a pause |
| Scarface in Houston tryin' not to catch a bullet scar |
| Ridin' to the studio in bulletproof cars |
| ATF had a shootout? |
| wait with FaceMob |
| A cashier worker and a grocery bagger was tagged up |
| Body bagged up |
| Pedestrians meeting the concrete |
| Gettin' faces and body parts scrapped up |
| Face Mob swervin' through as they may? |
| (screeching) |
| Hook |
| Sonnie Black: |
| What is this the Hit List |
| The Hit List some sick shit over glove shit |
| Mr. Sonnie Black the fly ass tracks jack |
| You slippin' like bait on a fishing rod |
| I’m tryin' to manipulate your fate |
| I’m tryin' to get you God |
| Cause you tailored my made me good and plenty |
| Your soldiers turned GI Jane more (Moore) than Demi |
| Keep your hustle on kinko |
| God got blessings to give me |
| Saafir: |
| On Remy and a night chair |
| Spit my plot to my partners and hoes sittin' around in nightwear |
| Crackin' a window a slight air |
| A nigga feel twisted |
| The story |
| The Hit List |