Lyrics:
Hittman, 2000
Comin' in stompin', it's Hitt from Bronson
In collaboration with Dre from Compton
Huh, I came to say a lil sumthin'
(Hittman, 2000)
and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that
Rat-tat-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for whack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hittman is
and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that
Rat-tat-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for whack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hittman is
[Hittman]
All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hands like so
And all you bitches getting pimped give your man that dough
Yeah I walk with a limp
Kids in elementary schools
Hit the news like Stacey Koon to
Rodney crazy as a looney tune
Kids watch me, bitches jock me for this shit
Cause Hittman's
out, let it mash out
Yea we smoke til we pass out, D-Block
(Hittman)
See I grind the grass roll the zag twist it up then hit it that's the zig
your man?" "No"
Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause
[Altogether]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck! (repeat 4X)
[Hittman]
Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin'
your man?" "No"
Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause
her turnin' tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin'
I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out
[Chorus]
[Hittman]
Naw
might be sippin on gin or Hennessey
F*** that, where that new s***, The Chronic Iced Teas
[Hittman]
I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang
manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And Hittman
Chill, Hittman, and Hi-see
DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG
Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy
All my fallen
12 no Aaron Rodgers
Knock Diamond Balls to Dodger Fans
When they get to dumpin betta start dodging man
Lyrical hittman Red Bottoms Should my God Father
Lacing up the Nike's dude
I'm hoping that you're quick fam
I'll assassinate your career faster than
Dre did to Hittman
The whole game's on my hit
or snatch purses
Yeah, Hittman been working ever since he was 13
Always ready for war like I got it on the dash
Unload your clip and pray to god I don't fire
shoot like the pistons
I can take you to brick land... cause I got the brick man
I pull up WIDD hittman... he got the hits man
I am stickman... cause I
your name
Call me Mya Hittman I am the witness of your death
Your granny is deep in her grave
Come any closing and I'm Spring maze
Bitches be telling
motherfuckin' ass's
[Mr. Shadow]
We got Mr. Shadow, Mr. Lil One
Hittman, the homeboy ??
Vicious Man Funk up in the CUT
[Mr. Lil One]
And we coming at your ass's
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