Mutha The Hitman Lyrics:
Yo

I aint here to start no beef so just
squash that shit right now

I’m a trained professional

If anybody wants to test me

Go right ahead

I’ll see you in hell

And if you down

This is the real trash rap

Thinking about purchasing some brand new tunes
I got a new weapon for crews that
come stepping in twos
I been singing the blues for way too long
That’s why I wrote this song to
explain that my loots gone
I lost it in a battle with these dudes from seattle
I wasn’t gonna snitch or rattle but
this bitch took my ammo
She tricked me like they all do
You know the bitch that had called you
I think you met her at the mall with that tall dude
Anyway some shit went down like bad I lost my bag
I’d hate to brag but I grabbed
that bitch and made her gag
I think I lost it near a turtle tag
I might be wrong
And I’m strong and I got it going on
Dropping unrealeased tracks like they belong
In king kongs thongs
Now I’m missing my chedder
That’s why I’m writing this letter
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Freezing in this cold weather wearing 3 wool sweaters
How can I go getter – I think I gotta go get her

Hook?

This might be the last time
Your see you damn family
Life is so happily
Catastrify
Laugh at me
I’m here to pick you up
Go and get yo shit man things are getting tough
Don’t lose your cool
I’m the one you called the hit man ah shit man
I’m the one to get ya when they hire
me oh shit man oh shit then

Round two stepped it up had to
change the way things goin
you check in with your wife and your kids not nkowing
Putting your life at jeopardy
like a celebrity trying to get
the best of me
When I see you rest in peace

Trying not to lose my cool with these
fools that I went to school with
Most these cats are clueless used up like a toothpick
now you in the d town
the place to get a beat down
rep the street and slow down
represent the Motown
meet me at the hoedown
right near the water
bring me my money and I’ll bring back your daughter
if you don’t comply then people will die
people will cry the last time
you’ll see your family alive
get in your car and drive
you got no time
I aint gonna lie
This whole place has got crimes
And that’s why I rhyme for a dime cause I’m grimey
So why don’t’ anybody even just sign me?
Nobody can find me
and that’s how I stay I’ll just wear a toupee
and then I’ll get the okay to blow your ass away
cause nobody steals from my family
so I hope that your happily coming with no casualties
Lyrics: The Hitman, Mutha [end]