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Al Pacino - Hitta Boy Lyrics

[Intro]
All I have in this world is my balls and my word
An I don’t break em for no one
You understand?
Yea, yea, yea yea
Yea, yea yea
Yea, yea yea
Yea

[Verse 1: J Mo]
Yea dat trigger boy, he my man (he my man)
Imma be da bigger boy til da end (til da end)
Never been a quitter boy, never gon start, yea (never gon start)
Always been a hitter boy, I hit him in his heart (I hit him in, heart)
Even in da light, yea my humor still dark (my humor still dark)
Always ready to fight, yea yu ready to spar (pussy)
Yu rolled in a bike, yеa I juss got a new car (money)
Got wit yo wife cus shе real real hot, yea yea (real, real hot, yea yea)

[Interlude:]

[Verse 2: J Mo]
Yea, an my homie, yea he'll kill ya (bow bow)
Another ain’t a hitta (na)
But kno damn well I’ll hit ya (I will)
I’m gon spill ya
Da beat down I’ll give ya (yea)
Gonna make yu illa
Rest in peace J Dilla, yea
Got da look of love like Slum Villa (woo)
These objects in da mirror (yea)
Makin me hella realer
Rest in peace Mac Miller
Da self care gonna get ya, ha (it gon get ya, it gon get ya)
An she dancin on my dick
I ain’t stressin for a bitch (never)
There are lessons for dis shit (uh huh)
Life’s a test an a bitch (test)
She get mad for dis dick (mad)
She got ass a sum tits (she got what?)
I got cash an sum bricks (yuh)
Can’t get mad over dis, na (na na na, na na)
[Outro]
Can’t get mad, can’t get mad, can’t get mad (na na na, na na)
Can’t get mad, can’t get mad, can’t get mad (na na na, na na)
Can’t get mad, can’t get mad, can’t get mad (na na na, na na)
Can’t get mad over dis, now ur mad (na na na, na na)
Oh yu mad huh?
You gotta back up
Fore I lift da macs up
Yu finna get jacked up, yuh