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    "Hit Man" Lyrics

    Cool Breeze feat. Backbone

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    Million dollars for a hit man
    Hit man, hit man
    Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise

    [cool breeze]
    What if your re-up was in this bag?
    In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
    And left it up by six flags (hit man)
    My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
    Now tell your momma ya'll ready to move again
    'cause we ain't nothin' but trouble
    My auntie say that i don't pay attention
    And call the law when she drink
    And think that that's gon' make me listen
    Man, i got cousins from the dirty south
    Who'll walk up to this police car
    Open the door and let me out (hit man)
    Me and my family got the most game
    Just to get close to me, brothers come around
    And repeat my slang
    I run this town just like michael jordan
    Everytime i say wassup
    My whole click say "just east point!"
    Brothers come around, givin' us pounds
    'cause our family own land in this town
    Man, you could be black with a acc.
    Who got a boat full of smack
    And you wouldn't sell a sack

    [c.b., backbone] (witchdoctor)
    1 - we ain't nothin' but some (hit men)
    50 thousand for a (hit man)
    Tell the dj, spin a (hit man)
    East points greatest (hit man)
    All the ladies need a (hit man)
    Dungeon family, we da (hit men)
    We drop nothin' but them (hit men)
    Get down with a (hit man)

    Cool breeze we right here with you, and we gon' blast with you
    Uhh, i was born doin' this hot season
    Sellin' authentic bloodline, sent to earth to bust rhymes
    Similar to a machine gun
    See i fiend and seek funds
    Be chiefin' like it's the last one (hit man)
    Blast one car jacker to smitherines
    If he pull the gat on you first
    Give him everything but your dreams
    Atlanta bound, homebase, 2 over
    We give chase back to the beats
    Passin' by the police in the streets
    Georgia on my mind
    All the peaches to nibble on
    Back on the grind when all your figures gone
    Check this out, run with the gat, ya put the clip in it
    Ah ah, then you check money for the slip in it
    The world is on fire, sin is murder for hire
    Whatever evil shit you desire
    Easy a chameleon, forever changin'
    Over colors, no more bangin'
    You want to keep dead bodies from danglin' on the hit man
    Three brothers like backbone...

    We ain't nothing but some (hit man)
    Hundred thousand for a (hit man)
    Tell the dj play a (hit man)
    East point's greatest (hit man)
    All the ladies need a (hit man)
    Dungeon family the (hit man)
    30 million for a (hit man)
    It don't stop cause (hit man)

    [big boi]
    Swats ga
    Through the back door
    It's front street shorty
    With mister freddie calhoun the hustla
    Bringin' pain to these suckers
    Off the top of the dock, wet you up like fluid
    Slick, slow down, 'cause we do really get to it 'round here
    Down here it get hot, see i'm born and bred
    'til i'm dead, gon' be swat, like it or not
    It's on 24, like the clock, tick tock
    Convertible tops, cavarsier on the rocks
    Potna, this chrome get the attention
    Don't ask me no questions
    You drop your books, you lose your lessons
    Son, this dungeon family
    You understandin' me?
    Act like you seen this
    We on the greenest, i mean this
    Whatever you feel gone, let it off
    We amped up and ready to set it off
    Sound off, sound off, sound off

    Come on now you see 'em bangin (hit man)
    All day everyday we got them (hit man)
    Understand? ricky ray got them (hit man)
    Huh? ricky ray got them (hit man)
    Sleepy brown got them (hit man)
    Huh? we ain't nothing but some (hit man)
    Goodie mob got them (hit man)
    The out got them (hit man)
    Outkasts got them (hit man)
    Cool breeze, witchdoctor, lil will (hit man)
    Come on come on come on come on come on (hit man)
    Infinity (hit man)
    This song was submitted on November 30th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Harrington Carey Bell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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