Lil Wayne — HitMan

Lord, I think I need a hitman Tell Biggie I'm a big fan Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls, and your pockets on stickman I just came from the gun store, I swear I spent about 10 grand I have your family wearing black clothes And your homies wearing shit bags Lord, I think I need a hitman We bout to go kidnap a rich man If he don’t give it up we chop him up And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped Lord, I think I need a hit man, to put a hit out on the big man As you can see I've got big plans, big plans to be the big man Lord I think I need a hit man, cause I can't trust the next man Lord I thank you for my weed man But right now we playing phone tag I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy) With my homie that's gon' take the charge (Ayy) He got the Tommie and I got the Mac And on your head they've got a contract Lord I thank you for my hit man, and tell Pac I'm a big fan I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass (Ooh) Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey) Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey) Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag And I'm priceless plus Tax (Ooh) Lord I thank you for these bricks man (Ooh) I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey) Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh) But I gotta try before I buy (Woo) I buss back and put that bitch in drive (Oo) Then circle back and make sure them Nigga's die (Ooh) I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a Nigga Lord I think I need a hit man, Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a Nigga in half These lil boys they look up to me, I put the G on Giraffe Lord I thank you for my hit man, but we need to hit a lick man Cause my girl want some implants Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan Doing 40 down the boulevard I told shawty she gon take the charge She said its nothing boy I got your back Because these other Niggas copycats Lord I think I need a hit man, this for all my fans that been fans I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash Lord I thank you for my hit man Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (Ooh) Pockets on Mack Maine (Nigga), your pockets on stickman (Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn, Lord I thank you for my Hit man)