CHORUS: Track assassin, cold-blooded killer Need a track scratched out? DoJ can deliver Put the money on the table, you gotta pay your assets ill it, kill it, till it need a fucking casket
All black camo, for serious man, I will never run out of ammo cause I’m lyrically strapped Roll up on the track, slit that throat Or straight OD the beat cause I is that dope
VERSE 1: Sittin on the beach, virtually outta of reach Feet in the sea, untouched copy of ‘war and peace’ Loving the breeze, minding my beeswax, When the beeper beeps, there’s no message but the name says green stacks
Reply is yes and its back to the beach shack, Check the front and back before I’m checking the feedback “We need no mistakes can you guarantee that?” send greenbacks to Greenland and I can GuaranSheed that
Transmission ended, new transmission Need some equipment for a brand new mission From the rifle to the rope to the x-ray vision To the scope attachment with extra precision
6 passports just to cover my tracks Aviator sunglass and a cyanide cap A trusty .44 with an ankle strap And a million in cash just in case I cant come back
CHORUS: Track assassin, cold-blooded killer Need a track scratched out? DoJ can deliver Put the money on the table, you gotta pay your assets ill it, kill it, till it need a fucking casket
All black camo, for serious man, I will never run out of ammo cause I’m lyrically strapped Roll up on the track, slit that throat Or straight OD the beat cause I is that dope
VERSE 2: Hey yo Fernando, meet me at the landing strip, Its time smoke this track like a cancer stick They need the beat dead and gone I’m the catalyst Want to know how it’s done, they can sample this
I know the drill, pay cash lay low and stay low From billies and traffic cams, always use pay phones I do the job best, pescos by the caseload And it gets complex my waylo, stay close
Down a dark street, talk to Shady Pete Pete ain’t his real name, real names bring heat He like ‘where you from friend’ man you ain’t a friend to me Just give me what I need, for all I know you my enemy
They lookin at me like they is the army of the century Guns all around em, arms like a centipede But I’m the kind of G that’ll get a cut and just let it bleed So take your money and give me my new identity
CHORUS: Track assassin, cold-blooded killer Need a track scratched out? DoJ can deliver Put the money on the table, you gotta pay your assets ill it, kill it, till it need a fucking casket
All black camo, for serious man, I will never run out of ammo cause I’m lyrically strapped Roll up on the track, slit that throat Or straight OD the beat cause I is that dope
VERSE 3: I’m in cognito, baby just to case the hit I gotta know what it is that makes the metronome tick I check the whole routine, from the way that it sits in the whip it drives to the time of day it takes a shit
blueprints say enter through the basement smoke a dub while I’m down there for the sake of it ow I’m cooking up something like I’m breaking bread like should I choke this beat until it’s face red
or start spitting, bullets till it tastes the lead and watch it, as it tears through it’s face and threads I got the red dot placement; right on it’s head Last chance for it to make a mense
Now all I need is proof from a photo, oh, no Shit man, this is what is hate and dread Did I leave the camera sitting by the safe or the bed Damn I ain’t got time to face the feds... ...Fuck it go old school and take it’s head
CHORUS: Track assassin, cold-blooded killer Need a track scratched out? DoJ can deliver Put the money on the table, you gotta pay your assets ill it, kill it, till it need a fucking casket All black camo, for serious man, I will never run out of ammo cause I’m lyrically strapped Roll up on the track, slit that throat Or straight OD the beat cause I is that dope
