It's no doubt, I'm just about the hottest dude on the mic If you don't like it, tell me "fuck you" and be rude if you like But if you do that, I might have to get nude with your wife And have her saying that's "the best she's ever been screwed in her life" Stricklin, yea I get paid to get cracking with the niggas Spitman for hire, verbally smacking these niggas And my price is from 2 grand down to a dollar So if you want anyone fucked up just holla It'll be lights, cameras, action like the big screen No need for alarm, stay calm, I'm just armed with a 16 And I'mma spit at your head and have you ducking So please come get me, cause with me is what you not fucking Put your single out it's not gon' sell I'm bad for you, my shit nasty like Taco Bell Yea it's utterly disgusting and grimey So if you want the job done, call ace, yea that dude'll know where to find me
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You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on Play around, I lay you down Gun pow, it be going down diggy diggy down Bullet holes all in your clique, who you with?
Say my name if you want more beef
[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
When the master raps, yo I blast a cap You ain't gotta past the gat, where that bastard at? I put a foot up his rectum, it was good that I checked him The dog can't get his own hood to respect him I'm a Hitman for hire, when I click, blam, and fire You didn't know I had the pitch to get a man to retire Be the one who goes to his place and kills him Gets away with murder like Jayson Williams So most rappers scared for there hands dirty You ain't gon' write no real shit nigga till you hit 30 All I hear is rap about pussy and blunts I got a right jab, nigga, that'll push through your fronts And I really don't care if you drive an Aston Martin I'll leave you unemployed like the cast of Martin Cause most of these rappers never told the truth So I sneak up and hit them in the voting booth
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[Verse 3: Masta Ace]
I've been hired to hit Every rapper trying to spit Fuck a verse you can die in a skit I get greasy like bacon fat Take a gat, run chase a cat, then I break his back I make them beg for mercy in they head they curse me Another rappers body left dead in jersey That's when I take the corpses Cause they didn't go to IDA and take the courses I'm yelling howdy man in the Audi van With my rowdy plan like we Taliban I take aim from the passenger seat, flashing the heat Lay him on the curb like trash in the street This a dangerous job, took a few to the head Got hit up and was left for dead But I won't go away like a college debt So pay homage respect and acknowledge the rep Of a Hitman
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