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
true meaning of what bad is 15 years on the scene, could never fall back A small pack, you're fucking right, I think I'm all that You know a nigga with a doubt? You
and bring you back to reality I'm like Wesley Snipes, I act without a salary Cause I don't need nobody sayin "Lights, Camera, Action!" I act on reaction Fuck what you
manhood So all that shit you plan on talkin yo, you won't be able So watch your mouth before you catch a fist that rocks your cradle And now you know
all of y'all who take a fucking L You think you're able to win? You better chill cause you never will, you ain't and you never been You can't faze me
what It Was, What It Is, It's Like I Got A Pistol to My Head, Can I Live? You Never Should Of Left Tical For Dead never That, Be Careful What You Wish
lyrically releasin, you don't stop Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it You know where to find me; actin like you lookin for me You
the fucking Dawn) Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what Can't understand it here's the panaroma (A complete view of how I defeat you
-esteem And you get dissed too badyo why you diss me? You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you hada
other women has left you feelin' tense. And even though my mistakes...they are stricktly past tense and even though you felt me and respected my defense You think
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'? 'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you? We
reflections Cut my way out the womb, homemade c-section (Man you fucked up) What would give you that impression? [Verse 2: King Magnetic] You know were
fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion you think you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
all by myself so think twice If you think gonna take me out said you don't know me And you don't know what my crews about 'Cause we've been doing this
crush the shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why? My main source is like a friendly game of stick ball And as you step up to bat mana
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion You think you can fuck around but kid you
Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down I give you that much, you ain't out Close, but no cigar, you must be a fucking retard Extending your
86 And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion, At times I feel like slashing in jamaican queens fashion You think you can fuck around, but kid you
