Dr. Butcher - Hitman's Diary lyrics

[Production by Dr. Butcher] [Hook] Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to f** with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick Or get your sh** split, with infinite sh**, from outta the clip n***as is struck with the underworld click [Verse 1] Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians Gold chains, and carryin Iranians Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me And sh**, might be hit sent from this b**h n***a Damien Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and From Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now sh** is lethal Drew the Eagle, blew about two And made one of the two see-through, but I still see two Of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal sh** that got put in Beenie Seagal, f** these illegal Alien-a** n***as out of the gra** Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed The bloodbath, three n***as found dead on the ave Went to a phone to hit my n***a Big C, swiftly Yo dig the sh** G, these n***as tried to hit me Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly I'm about to hit D, put that motherf**er six feet "Aiyyo what happened G?" n***as on the ave was clappin at me Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy "Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy" We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day Called up my n***a Jay, call the n***a Damien for me okay? Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say "Aiyyo we f**ed up, he got away" If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way To this n***a's office, with armed forces, he showin softness And watchin, horses racin with other bosses Pulled out the torch and, the n***a saw the guns, got stunned He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb Hands on the Glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung That n***a got done, died with his hand on a co*ked gun [Hook](x2) [Verse 2] February 14 in '95, time about 4:45 I'm coppin pies in a highrise Dealin with sh** like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size These f**in chi-chi's, have you covered with flies Came in with two wiseguys, f**in guns big as lifesize Had a chick up on the bed and sh**, with the nice thighs Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua Arriba, flashed the heat now She started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in Holdin packages of silver chalk and, sh** ain't the raw and Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs But for the poison, tryin to f**in Freemen like Morgan Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then The n***a spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days In the small caves, I'm dazed and sh** She goin to bed with the spray sh**, tryin to lay sh** OK b**h, and f** the gay sh**, started to lay sh** And left the brave b**h wet, part of her neck and face hit Emptied the clip, then replaced it n***as is on the floor tomato pasted Wasted, spirit eras-ted Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin sh** Cigar case and sh**, on some marksmen sh** One n***a strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room And saw the brick sh**, straight legit sh**, bag it and zip it Left out the front door like we ain't do sh** [Hook](x2)