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The Hit (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this

[Verse 1]
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That’s why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let’s get this clear, it ain’t on ‘til I say it’s on, (pause), it’s on
I’m eatin’, ya’ll niggas fastin’ like it’s Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin’ a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it’s on
This worries bump, I can’t go wrong, my team’s too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat’s buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I’m spittin’, put TV’s in everything I’m sittin’
While I’m hot to death, I’m gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya’ll should hate the game, not the playas (c’mon)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas’ll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I’m about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it’s a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I’m a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin’ I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin’ ‘em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can’t spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain’t worth half the cake
Have me runnin’ from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes

[Chorus]
(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin’ like last year’s playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do’
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin’
(Yeah he’s packin’, I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain’t had a run, since ‘ 81
They ain’t here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I’m gonna crash ‘em with this bottle if he move
I ain’t the one son, my shit ain’t come easy
It won’t go easy, believe me

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

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The Hit (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[intro][joe mafia]
Shit, pass the clubs it over here
Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft
Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt
Niggas got napolean down
Gassed their whole scene

[napolean]
Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states
Fans walked in with ten video tapes
I’mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years
Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear
Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman
Took both families out for a hundred grand
Right hand man, curly haired kid from the alles
With bubbled eyed benzes, diamond laced medallions
Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from miami,
Who flexed gold just on his lex
But on one night, threw rec poison on his eye sight
Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes
He survived though, but snitched like sammy grivana
Game info about this chick named tiwanna
Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains
Underground stash location with six million
To take, revail straight mafia shit
Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick
He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated
Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted
Murder cases, some foul and some fixed
Wu-syndicate, we never leave finger prints

Chorus- myalansky
Tonight we gonna murder, can’t leave no fingerprints
Twist the silencer off, myalansky, napolean
Call my man joe mafia, suit up we goin in
Shisty can’t leave no traces and shit
We barkin here

[joe mafia]
We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out
Who thugged his back out? i can’t see him
One of the cats shot the lights out
Bacup, pick the gat up, myalansky
I can’t see gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun
Turn around son, blow we bust one
So close it almost touched him
You aight son? i got this
He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?
They trying to leave a nigga rockless
When he came into the spot though
Watching polio get dough
They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door
We made our way out, with the flame out
With x amount, and the crack house stayin on point
Who thugged his back out?

Chorus

[myalansky]
Tonight nigga, then’s when we gettin them, said to napolean
Meet with joe mafia first, and then we rollin in
Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers
Shh! there go them niggas, come on let’s follow them
Pollyin, uppin at lex within the prodigy
You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars
Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them
Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him
Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid
Though we never forget their ass
Stash the burners, no fingerprints
No rust say shit, routine, go head

Chorus

The Hit (Letra)

50 Cent

50 Cent

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[shyne]
Look at this nigga, stuntin in front of justin’s, actin silly
If it wasn’t cops all over, i’d smack him with this milli
You hoe niggaz move a brick and think they rich
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over shit
Ain’t that the same kid that shot reg in the head?
Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have been dead
Just came home from doin ten up in the feds
Be extortin kingpins for they horse and they bread
Had the whole brooklyn under pressure, i’m surprised he ain’t test ya
Mad niggaz know better
I ain’t comin up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin
I’ll kick that motherfucker, fuck him, yeah i’ll pay him somethin
Pay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the sidewalk
Let him collect his thoughts..
.. i’m the strongest force in new york
Til i’m a corpse, and even then, i’ll be buried with bricks
And money-filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later
I’m in the spot, takin it light
Watchin the tyson fight it’s packed, uh with killers and rats
Dope dealers, money hungry bitches, malicious
Cars pilin up the block for blocks nigga, bentleys and 6’s
This the place to be, where all the – gangsters meet
As i pick up my drink, i see my man fat pete
But before i could walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder
And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin all over the place
Mirrors shatterin, people scatterin, his bodyguards shot back
Missed one but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fled
But who the fuck would do somethin so – brazen and reckless?
Had to be some niggaz tryin to send a message {*phone ringing*}
Next day i got a call from uptown to,
Come have a meetin with the council
Bout the shit that’s been goin down
Word is, same kid that killed fat pete shot reg in the head
Bottom line he’s out of control, he got to be dead
He’s startin to be a real problem
Extortin niggaz, brooklyn through harlem
But he fucked around and crossed the margin, touched one of ours
He got to go, he from your hood, handle it poe
Say no mo’, i’m out the do’
Went back to the spot to grab the guns
Semi-auto check, ak-40 check, shotgun check, revolver – that’s perfect
Called tiz and told him meet me in an hour
Bring the caravan, you know the plan
Ski-masks and stockings, seen him down the ave. boppin
Him and a friend, just hopped in a benz
Twenty inches on the rims, let’s follow ‘em slow, keep ‘em in sight
Wait til he stop at a red light, then roll the window down
And kiss them bitches goodnight – they musta saw somethin
Cause the benz busted u and came at us firin shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the driver’s side wet
The benz ran in a store window and got wrecked
I hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still holdin the tec
One nigga’s body was split in half, the other nigga still movin
Heard sirens comin closer, as i’m bout to shoot him
But fuck it, i opened his mouth, and let the tec spray
And told him tell satan i’m on my way – die bitch