The Hit lyrics

[Intro: 4th Disciple (ShoGun Assason)]
When you see me, keep on movin (Yeah mothaf*cka)
Ain't nuttin sweet, n*gga (Think I'ma let that sh*t ride)
(Right)

[Chorus: ShoGun Assason]
When you see that n*gga, that faggot ass n*gga
Crash that n*gga, slash that n*gga
Blast that n*gga, splash that n*gga
Smash that n*gga, bomb that n*gga
Burn that n*gga, return that n*gga
When you see that n*gga, that snake ass n*gga
That crab ass n*gga, that 85 n*gga
Smash that n*gga, blast that n*gga

[ShoGun Assason]
(Blast that n*gga..)
Yo put The Hit out, take that faggot n*gga and his wannabee thug click out
Run up in the hide-out with the red beams out
Hit the switch, turn and buck ya lights out
Total blackout so no one will see the brains splash out
As we spaz out, camouflage large, no doubt
The God ain't no slouch
Gaul' up in ya mouth if you talk sh*t
Ya knocked quick for actin tough sh*t
What you think I'm on some crab sh*t?
Get laid on ya back kid, Killa stacks it
With a semi-automatic burn ya like fire to plastic
Cuz times is hard and sh*t is drastic
I'm in this game for life, playa, ain't tryin to end up in no casket
That's why I live mathematics and stray away from the savage
f*ck y'all n*ggas cuz y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t
Y'all said y'all be ready for the war but didn't come equipped
Now I'm on some sh*t, murder 1 ya heard of it kid
Place ya bid on who will die first
From the tear of the heartless men
Break down the lost and found infinitely
I strike yo' city like a cyclone
My fury leave ya mind blown
Bare death to the a-tone
Laughin after ya face gone
All you could do is moan and groan
Cuz the stun of the gun got you numb and dumb
Can't speak, forced to leave yo' plasma on the street
Then stand the terrain
That's the penalty when you go against the grain
n*gga
[Chorus: ShoGun Assason]
Blast that n*gga, slash that n*gga
Crash that n*gga, bomb that n*gga
Burn that n*gga, return that n*gga
When you see that n*gga, that snake ass n*gga
Crab ass n*gga, 85 n*gga
Crash that n*gga, blast that n*gga
Slash that n*gga, splash that n*gga
Bomb that n*gga, burn that n*gga
Return that n*gga when you see that n*gga
Snake ass n*gga, crab ass n*gga

[4th Disciple]
What's really goin on?
Everybody actin like I'm the one to be fronted on
All my friends have befriended me
But still be lookin in my face all friendly
That's why I can't see no peace for me
'Til I'm dead and gone, at 4 the wars always on
Cuz I lost everything next to my mental
Along with the General, I'm unstable
I might blackout and wild
Run up in the trial of the Big Willie n*gga
With attempts to kill a n*gga
As the caps peal n*gga
Only through conflict could I be made sick
Turmoil makes my blood boil
Little darts are blazin n*ggas in the soul
Cut him up in a 1000 pieces
In grams of 20 bags of Crown Royal
Give him a savage burial, p*ss on grave
Tell him, "What you reap is what you sew n*gga"
And just to let you know n*gga
I never gave up, never will
Shoot to kill is my motto
Keep the chrome c*cked, ready to release hollows
And never come to shootout with a gun that's borrowed
You think n*ggas forgot about that lick
In that mini street war last night, kid you stupid?
You must be slippin or sniffin or either both
For you not to check if the coast is clear
Or if you're bein followed closely from the rear
On ya trip home, ya n*ggas'll run up in ya, leave 1 in ya dome
Run at the front door of ya king dome
[Islord]
Killarm' we bomb dead arm
Quick to drop bombs like Sadaam on ya sector
Killah Hill 10304 blood travels through my veins
Son I'm goin insane
Odds paralell to street war but I must maintain
My thoughts on my lessons
You never catch me guessin
Or off point, or not vested to protect my waist up
Yeah you fake f*cks, bring it
And watch this Killa Bee kid sting it
From all angles, to hit ya pressure points in ya joints
To leave ya stiff as a manequin
And I'm quick to tell the snitches standin with the Gods again
Leavin mad bloodshed on the scene {*echoes*}