Lord, I think I need a hitman

Tell Biggie I'm a big fan

Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls, and your pockets on stickman

I just came from the gun store, I swear I spent about 10 grand

I have your family wearing black clothes

And your homies wearing shit bags

Lord, I think I need a hitman

We bout to go kidnap a rich man

If he don’t give it up we chop him up

And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped

Lord, I think I need a hit man, to put a hit out on the big man

As you can see I've got big plans, big plans to be the big man

Lord I think I need a hit man, cause I can't trust the next man

Lord I thank you for my weed man

But right now we playing phone tag

I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy)

With my homie that's gon' take the charge (Ayy)

He got the Tommie and I got the Mac

And on your head they've got a contract

Lord I thank you for my hit man, and tell Pac I'm a big fan

I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama

And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass (Ooh)

Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey)

Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey)

Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag

And I'm priceless plus Tax (Ooh)

Lord I thank you for these bricks man (Ooh)

I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey)

Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh)

But I gotta try before I buy (Woo)

I buss back and put that bitch in drive (Oo)

Then circle back and make sure them Nigga's die (Ooh)

I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga

I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a Nigga

Lord I think I need a hit man, Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan

Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff

Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a Nigga in half

These lil boys they look up to me, I put the G on Giraffe

Lord I thank you for my hit man, but we need to hit a lick man

Cause my girl want some implants

Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan

Doing 40 down the boulevard

I told shawty she gon take the charge

She said its nothing boy I got your back

Because these other Niggas copycats

Lord I think I need a hit man, this for all my fans that been fans

I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry

I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast

I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man

Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag

He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash

Lord I thank you for my hit man

Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (Ooh)

Pockets on Mack Maine (Nigga), your pockets on stickman

(Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn, Lord I thank you for my Hit man)