Last Dayz - Hittman

Comin and stompin, its Hitt from Bronson

In collaboration wit Dre from Compton

Huh, I came to say a lil sumthin (Hittman, 2000)

Hittman +At Your Service+

Highly intensive tounge talents makin all nervous

Y’all fakin, a full nine wit my rhymes on purpose

Y’all hatin, puffin wit Dre y’all nervous

Y’all waitin, anticipatin

My arrival California survialist

Smash on any man rival dis

Blast on anyone who dont ride wit Hitt

Y’all betta buy my shit

I said buy, not bite my shit

Rappin since '85 think I dont write my shit?

Bitch!, get off my dick!

Hook:

Yes deez are, Last Dayz of-my-life

For our ways (For mine, I want all y’all to say dat nigga) —

Hittmans tight (Well I’ll Bee Back!)

Got damn right

Deez are, Last Dayz of-my-life

For our ways (Fo mine, I want all y’all to say dat nigga) —

Hittmans tight (Well I’ll Bee Back!)

Get on dis verse wit a video endin

Was anyone offended, by how I shitted?

Im tha real Hitt, aint no pretend bitch

Rubber grip ten clips, fo starters

When H-I double T spit, so time fo Marters

New colors and 4 fibres —

You want gun of tha unknown author

(?), half-way hampton

Dressed like a Se-al, sent to hit Charles Mansion

Manscun hand cov’rage, straight villin

Make killins, but when Im chillin

Hoes say Hittman’s a handsome muthafucka

Granitest tha grants to make em fam brothers

Fuck romance, Im a ransom lover

I bag rich bitches, gag em, n tie em up to one-another

(Hittman aight) Im tight enuff to be discovered

By tha WestCoast’s, tops, nigga

Tha same guy who found Eminem, Snoop & Doc

In 2000, H marks tha spot

See Im tha first Hittman, y’all niggaz tryna be tha next Pac

That’s were ya lost

Fuck around n get your ass nailed to a cross

If rap was football I would be Randy Moss

Tha hottest nigga favorite cocktail’s Molatov

Niggaz callin Aftermath like Dre call em of

(Call em off, call em off, call em off)

Im tha reason why ya fallen of

(Fallen off x8)

Hitt-man is, a goin up

Hook