It's May 16, 2024, 09:39:28 AM
Hittman is not a real person. He was a computer program generated by Dr. Dre and Mel Man back in the mid 90's. When Dre started treating Mel-Man like shit, Mel infiltrated the computer and put a virus in the hittman program
"Fuck a bitch, don't tease bitch, strip tease bitchEat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dickHoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!" - Kurupt
Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejectedYou're just another rapper, who swears he's makin recordsThat's what they said - whenever I would walk byI never tripped though - always kept my head up highEventually, I knew that I would find my wayAfter the darkest night, always comes a brighter dayAnd some would say, that turned away is all you'll getI just said, "bet," and never let 'em see me sweatCause in the end, I knew that I would have it allwhile non-believers, were prayin for my downfallAnd some would call, and tell me that they wish me wellbut in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hellYo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rentI hate the studio cause that's where all my money wentNever surrender, it's all about the faith you've gotDon't ever stop, just push it til you hit the topAnd if you drop, at least you know you gave your allBe true to you, and that way you can never fallBut beware, these backstabbers ain't no jokeJust like a rope, they hang on you until you're brokeAnd when you're broke, they move onto the next dopeAnd there you are, can't even pay your car, nopeAnd when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissedremember how it felt, and then remember thisBe true to you, believe that there's no one biggerCause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can't take us alll Let's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz
With all this extra stressinThe question I wonder is after death, after my last breathWhen will I finaly get to rest? Through this supressionthey punish the people that's askin questionsAnd those that possess, steal from the ones without possesionsThe message I stress: to make it stop study your lessonsDon't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questionsBe grateful for blessingsDon't ever change, keep your essenceThe power is in the people and politics we addressAlways do your best, don't let the pressure make you panicAnd when you get strandedAnd things don't go the way you planned itDreamin of riches, in a position of makin a differencePoliticians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listenIf I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother changeIt wasn't nuttin like the gameIt's just me against the world
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thangI been caught up in this gameEver since I was a little motherfucker wantin to hangI can see 'em in my head, powMemories of my nigga but he dead nowLookin back in my yearbook, all the years tookHalf my peers, they're stretched for yearsAnd if I die will they all shed tears?Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clearParanoid got me lookin in the mirrorBehind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the timeSee I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice{Fuck the police} and all the courts, same way they fucked usAnd why the hell am I locked in jailThey let them white boys free, we be shocked as hellIn my mind I can see it cominAnd all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runninI keep a gun and never run unless I'm comin at yaCry later but for now let's enjoy the laughterGod bless the dead