hittman-
its f**kin ackrite
question is - can i get some knahmsayin
ackrite bitch
when i see you in the spot you just ackrite youknahmsayin
when i yank you by the f**kin perm
dont be lookin at a nigga crazy
just get with the digits and be the f**k out youknahmsayin
let me break it down for yall
it was just one of those days
when i wanted to catch sunrays
fun to get blunted on a sunday afternoon
nigga got room grab the gat for misbehavors
and the chocolate faded boom flossin hip-hop tunes
zoom-zoom like the commodores
wonder will we have drama or end up clownin whores
around the full good-to-go girls
like them girls ridin shotgun baby
i be postin all-world in the ride
sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
soon as we get to the beach ima put my f**kin mack down
im playin lead not the background
its time to put bronson on the map now
walk with my hand on my johnson crack a smile
cuties peep my style if i dont get some ackrite
ima have to ack-wild
blunt in my left hand drink in my right
strap by my waistline cause niggaz dont fight
sucker free for life so you better think twice
im the type of nigga playa haters dont like
snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
and snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
uhhhhh drink kickin in im stimulated
for those that dont know big words im f**kin faded
eighty-three degrees ease to a shaded spot
our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
now we plot and pose
plus we watchin hoes with lots of flesh exposed
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
with no game but brown-nose
so i impose only like pros can
yo is this your man no
grab the bitchs hand im hittman
bling gold chain gleam
youre very eligible for my summer league team
maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
then miss thing tried to scream on my brethern
i got mad spit flame on the name
stefan tattooed on her arm
hoe you aint the bomb must be a dyke
witcho lips swoll and give a nig some ackrite
*minus the word aight both times*
frontin on the ack-rite causin me to act up
good samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up
my homies crack up at the scene i made
yo my actions aint serene when a niggas on fade
if it wasnt for the one-time brigade
i woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
as cops parade im afraid its time to break camp
make tracks where else can we go to take hoes
from fake macks *car horn* aiyyo chase them girls
in that black maxima the passenger almost fractured her
neckbone lookin back at us
plus they on the dick cause the caddys plush
they blush i bumrush the hush with the largest crush
try to swing an ep tonight so i dont have to keep in touch
keep it on hush without the tip-in
mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin
clip in the strap i showed these niggaz how to act