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    Saafir The Hit List текст песни

    The Hit List

    Featuring Sonnie Black
    Huh yeah yeah. Saafir in the house youknowhatI’msayin’? Layin’ it down with
    My nigga Sonnie Black. About to spit this shit to you. You might be on this
    Motherfucker man. You know?

    Since the death of the first two icons I be wonderin’
    Who’s gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt
    Somebody is puttin’ in major work
    And drop the line of these top the line rhymer you know who was the first
    And the second MC
    The shit temps me
    To keep practicing my aim at the shooting range
    And keep my vest
    In close range to my chest
    Say a prayer to the game
    Cause she won’t be the same after this
    I heard they
    Who is they?
    I don’t know
    But you know what they say
    Don’t believe it till you see it
    But now I peep the Ebony special Big Daddy Dane or Super Nat
    Death’s comin’ three and the shit is startin’ to worry me (why?)
    Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot
    Maybe the government is fillin’ it
    Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappin’
    Imagin’ if they got fed up and attached a contract
    To touch these pathetic lips
    Believe me
    It would be called

    The Hit List
    But it never happens to you if you’re hitless
    So you better stay sharp in you mental fitness
    And always holla at your follies about business
    What is this? The Hit List

    The newspapers read
    «De La Soul Is Dead»
    The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire
    Shocking news travels like a live wire

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