hitman gun for hire marks missing drug pushing mean mug music get rid of comp it is nothing to it beatings bruises kidnapping dumb people who dont want to pay who become useless If we dont fire on them today get at him another day bullets ricochet off cars in bed with stars moving with 20 large most these marks arent hard blow up they fing car start ish put bull ish to a cease whether war or peace we controlling the streets or situation by now if you aint heard the name sucka my name is jason I rule with an iron fist across the nation bullets be blazing soft targets I be chasing wealth building with people who run the city they dont have to worry about the kid because my gun game gets busy my team run the streets is that understood capiche is trouble every time we meet me and my people built on certain reputations honor integrity to outsiders we dont speak family only at our seats get scum to do our dirty work put gang and family first I guess we running the town a new commission coming now we aint asking for shit agree with our terms or get hit we rarely miss on records we dont diss we just coming to get pricks who who knows who is on the list have certain beefs vaporate like mist please don't get us pissed I will keep shooting the gun until the gun clicks me and my clique is something you not dealing with gunslinger like an old cowboy watch suckas like an owl boy better throw in the towel boy the hour is upon us getting bread in abundance so called enemies I will punish I am seating at the head of seats who playing war games with me using different tactics to allude governments and their so called terrorist actions break different crews into factions until they divvy the money up like fractions until the money mounting to millions we make a killing pockets we filling kicking money up to bosses we aint taking no losses good luck for the people who cross us in the water with cement shoes we toss ya or in a dumpster where we put your body in chopped head chopped arms and different body limbs code word another dead kim we spit on your grave with flem it is us or them better pick the right side aint nowhere in the city your going to be able to hide dont die over your pride betray us will be your demise have I ever lied thats right I can see in your eyes the wheels in your brain is turning right I will end it quick shoot on sight all things come to an end time to say good night hopefully did everything you wanted to do in this life you get a second chance after tonight.