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Ameen Al - The Hitman Chronicles Pt I Lyrics

Murderer for pay
Got a call earlier today
Mans voice was raspy
Still dude kept it smooth, Kinda classy
Said he wanted a man dead
I replied gladly

"Do you want it done quick or bloody and nasty?
Shit. I'll make him die slow"

He said "Its your choice since you're the pro"

"Just send me his info
And if he's laying low
Like is he hiding?
It don't matter cuz I'll find him
You don't need to stress with this
You contacted a specialist
School of death?
Shit I graduated with excellence
Just tell me what your message is"

"Yo make him see red, rip him to shreds, fill him with le(a)d, send him to his death bed with bullet holes in his mother fucking head"

"Ahh I see, so what made you pick me?"
"I heard you were the assassin god, man for the job, i'm seeking your help cuz I got robbed, I ain't the typa man anybody should cross"

"Yo You got it boss
I do this shit for fun
So don't you mention the cost
Just name your price"

"Oh how nice
I give you mad respect"

And for saying that
He'll send a blank check for me to collect
So I hopped on the jet
The source suspects the targets bitch ass is hiding in Quebec
Time to get wrecked
Rolled up a joint
While my crew pin point his exact location
To a mansion in the suburbs where he spends his vacations
Now as you can tell
I've been hunting men for sport
So I start to strap up with weapons of all sorts
And I jumped out the jet
Blocked my sight
Cuz if there's one thing I hate
It's mother fucking heights
I know what you're thinking
"Prophet how'd you know the way?"
I had troops in my ear telling me how to navigate
Pulled the parachute
Swerved around
Landed on the roof
Dropped in on him like I drop rhymes in a booth
Dude was scared
Wasn't prepared
He was begging for his life
Like
"Please I got kids and a wife!"

Fuck if I care if my style's gotten to you
This is my clients way of saying he got a problem with you
You put your hands in his pockets
Robbing his loot
For that, you get stomped by the bottom of my boot
I whipped out two 9's
Cock em and shoot
Point blank range
Strange thing to do while rocking a suit
Hitman style
Drove of with my recruit
But we were compromised
Got cops in hot pursuit
So I stuck the cannon out my window
Blasted em
Fucked the bullet holes like a nympho
Homie I'm a skitzo, slick pro
My boy was like

"Shit yo! You made that look so simple! Poppin' mother fuckers like pimples, you put em in limbo, now let me drop you off at your limo."

Stepped in and found a cute bimbo
With tits like two pillows
She was like
"Hi my name's Crystal, don't I look perfect?
Your client sent me and I'm at your full service"

Said she wanted to break her chastity
Having me happily fulfil her wildest fantasies
So I was like
How you doin?
Unbuttoned my pants and quickly got to screwing
Chick was a freak
Letting out shrieks
When I pumped her with the techniques
Wild sex made her break a sweat
That ain't no joke
Bitch damn near choked when I busted in her throat
And I ain't trying to front
After we were done
This bitch poured me a drink then rolled me a blunt
Then shit started to get fuzzy
Feeling kinda funny
Seeing double
I know that meant trouble
Shit must have been laced
I woke up a few hours later
With a bag over my face
Tied up
Confused as fuck
Just my luck
I must have been used and set up