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featuring Sonnie Black 

Intro: 
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? 

Saafir: 
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 

Hook: 
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 

Saafir: 
The newspapers read 
"De La Soul Is Dead" 
The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire 
Shocking news travels like a live wire 
To the Mississippi connect 
Brought in from a club bathroom 
Bartender slipped him a Mickey 
Everybody in hip hop is trigger itchy 
One of the Pharcyde got smoked in a hotel in Perkipsey 
Upstate with no backin' I'm packin' heat 
Like an immigrant work Nike factory 
I feel like somebody is watchin' me 
I got eyes in the back of my head and under my balls 
Cassette from outside bathroom door stall 
Watchin' my back without a pause 
Scarface in Houston tryin' not to catch a bullet scar 
Ridin' to the studio in bulletproof cars 
ATF had a shootout ? wait with FaceMob 
A cashier worker and a grocery bagger was tagged up 
Body bagged up 
Pedestrians meeting the concrete 
Gettin' faces and body parts scrapped up 
Face Mob swervin' through as they may ? (screeching) 

Hook 

Sonnie Black: 
What is this the Hit List 
The Hit List some sick shit over glove shit 
Mr. Sonnie Black the fly ass tracks jack 
You slippin' like bait on a fishing rod 
I'm tryin' to manipulate your fate 
I'm tryin' to get you God 
Cause you tailored my made me good and plenty 
Your soldiers turned GI Jane more (Moore) than Demi 
Keep your hustle on kinko 
God got blessings to give me 

Saafir: 
On Remy and a night chair 
Spit my plot to my partners and hoes sittin' around in nightwear 
Crackin' a window a slight air 
A nigga feel twisted 
The story 
The Hit List

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