The Hitmen lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P]
You could die for doing that dumb sh*t
Last thing you hear is the gun click
Kidnap your b*tch, make her leave with the c*m lips
[?] for hundreds
I could [?] like OJ [?]
[?] what do the coke weigh?
[?] make sure that it's OK
[?] sh*t, I need a chick like [?]
And n*gga welcome to the league
Game's catching boddies, [?]
I put the city under seege
A G from the D
That bring the B's and the C's, and take your [?]
[?] up on your sleve
[?] wrist work, b*tch n*gga please
[?]
[?] 44 [?] till [?] is gone
I be on the block till the crack is gone

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block yeah, and street [?]
Jewlеry, guns, cars, land
D Block and street [?]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block and street [?]
[?], robberiеs, histes, scams
D Block and street [?]
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Let's catch this n*gga
Time out, stretch this n*gga
Pop him in half, [?] sketch this n*gga
Ride on his block, [?] Glock
Whoever out there, it's time to go home [?]
[?] time to get [?]
[?]
No rappin, I'm hitting [?] no more
Show me that, show me it ain't just [?]
Pop that n*gga
Put his brain in his hat
[?]
[?] sh*t packed
Lock something
f*ck that, let me get [?]
[?] that third n*gga that [?] n*gga
That change, they listen when I speak n*gga
I'm a boss, a hustler like Rick Ross
[?]
I get the case tossed
D Block, street [?]

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block yeah, and street [?]
Jewlery, guns, cars, land
D Block and street [?]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block and street [?]
[?], robberies, histes, scams
D Block and street [?]
[Verse 3: J Hood]
And when it comes to dropping lines, I got more [?]
[?]
[?] like [?]
On the convertable on the highway, Imma air out your [?]
Headshots, red dots, seasons of dredlocks
Lead pop, [?] break like bedrocks
[?] I do what I do
[?] hitting on blue
[?]
[?]
[?] you a coward [?]
All of you new n*ggas [?] with me
I come through with a [?], and the 9 [?]
Baby moms [?]
J Hood b*tch, remember I told ya
[?]
[?] n*gga

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block yeah, and street [?]
Jewlery, guns, cars, land
D Block and street [?]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block and street [?]
[?], robberies, histes, scams
D Block and street [?]
[Verse 4 ?]
Where I'm from, you hear shots flying [?]
[?] mothers never stop crying
Son's onthe block, pushing rock [?]
It's a fact, I'm not lieing
The game don't stop till the feends stop buying
Then stop supplying [?] stop trying
[?] Wats riats
[?] shots fired
The spots wired
This is [?]
[?] wolves [?]
Hit them if they look wrong
Get it how we live
Ain't letting the beef cook raw
[?] capitol C
I got it for cheep
[?] crack [?]
I'm in that [?] automatic [?] me
I happen to be
One of the truest that ever do it
I can get it [?]

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block yeah, and street [?]
Jewlery, guns, cars, land
D Block and street [?]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block and street [?]
[?], robberies, histes, scams
D Block and street [?]

[Verse 5: Fabolous]
n*ggas might be [?]
And I ain't gon end up like [?]
Trash talking make a n*gga end up in a Hefty
A n*gga say F me, [?]
Day or 2 later, they [?] 6 ft
I'm defly, watin' for the day Mason Beth be
Ridin' through the city and forgot to wear his Tef T (take that, take that, take that)
I heard LA Read wanna Def me
Tell him I need a mantion in Bell Air with a Jeffery
I'm tryna set some example
So I come through
Once a month just to give these n*ggas stomach cramps
They say you gotta be the champ to become a champ
So anytime I meet a tramp, she become a stamp
And that means
I stick her on the corner
[?]
You think it's pickles if you wanna
[?] then the heat [?]
Had to be D Block and the street [?]

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block yeah, and street [?]
Jewlery, guns, cars, land
D Block and street [?]
Keys, pounds, ounces, grams
D Block and street [?]
[?], robberies, histes, scams
D Block and street [?]