Featuring sonnie black
Intro:
Huh yeah yeah. saafir in the house youknowhatiand'msayinand'? layinand' it down with
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 wonderinand'
Whoand's gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt
Somebody is puttinand' 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 wonand't be the same after this
I heard they
Who is they?
I donand't know
But you know what they say
Donand't believe it till you see it
But now i peep the ebony special big daddy dane or super nat
Deathand's cominand' three and the shit is startinand' to worry me (why?)
Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot
Maybe the government is fillinand' it
Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappinand'
Imaginand' 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 youand'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
andquot;de la soul is deadandquot;
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 backinand' iand'm packinand' heat
Like an immigrant work nike factory
I feel like somebody is watchinand' me
I got eyes in the back of my head and under my balls
Cassette from outside bathroom door stall
Watchinand' my back without a pause
Scarface in houston tryinand' not to catch a bullet scar
Ridinand' 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
Gettinand' faces and body parts scrapped up
Face mob swervinand' 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 slippinand' like bait on a fishing rod
Iand'm tryinand' to manipulate your fate
Iand'm tryinand' 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 sittinand' around in nightwear
Crackinand' a window a slight air
A nigga feel twisted
The story
The hit list
