The Hit

I'm fucking Scarface and you're my Fredo
Thinking you had shit on lock, you pinche bendejo
When it comes to this shit, I roll non stop
Popping up at the drive thru rocking a Glock

Jet back through the brush, I'm parked beside the liquor store
Drunk ass motherfuckers thinking I was in the liquor store
Maybe it's because I have the bag with your burger and fries
Pinche borrachos stretching their eyes, aren't good courtroom spies

Knocked a few blocks, then headed down to the docks
Listening to the scanner report of this bitch that just got shot
Dropped the Glock and watch as the car was lit and caught
Fire blazing in the background as I move on to the next plot

Haha most motherfuckers don't realize the stress
Scarface felt when the bookkeeper was captured by Elliott Ness
Never let another motherfucker know more about your money than you do
Shit knowledge is power and it's to easy to say, "fuck you"

Took your ass out of the equation and added his own crew
Wanna be hard motherfuckers swearing that they're true
Done put that fuck shit into the game, mad about money or a Boo
Even to each other you bitches aren't true

But that's where I come in the bounty's been paid
Fredo you just didn't understand the bounty had been paid
Snitching ass bitch mad because you didn't get laid
Envious of the life that my grinding had made

I'm up all times of night making sure that the product is right
Keeping shit moving, I can't just sleep because it's day light.
I've got my eyes and ears still on the streets
I need to know where you lay your head, and where you and the boys meet

I found out you were a creature of habit, same time and place you usually eat
The cops and your crew no wheres around to witness your defeat
For every motherfucker that you snitched on, they are all glad you're gone
I received money all the way from death row to knock you off your fucking throne