You Gotta Be Quicker Than That!

Oooh, you almost had me. You gotta be Quicker that! Mr hitman, in your baseball cap. Such a close call, but you still haven't taken me off the map Oooh, you almost had me. You gotta be Quicker that! Mr hitman, in your baseball cap. Such a close call, but you still haven't taken me off the map Mr hitman almost took me out, In the LaRosa parking lot. I was busy tryna find the tracker, These mfs put on my car. I was looking on the chassis, And around wheel housing spots. Then I looked back up, And seen the hitman, Making a B-line towards my top. He was putting on his gloves, Had a .22 holstered to the right hip of his crotch. With a silencer to silence the pop. Soon as I looked up, he stopped. He made a nervous cough, Then walked away and took off! Good on him, cause I had my 1911, Holstered near my cock. Cocked and loaded, ready to make him drop! I pulled away, but he was still keeping his eyes on me, determined to fullfill his plot. Now I'm back at my crib, chilling at my spot. Made a police report to the cops. Staying prayed up and protected by Jesus Christ, the son of God! This hitter was 5 ft away from catching another bod. I stay armed and dangerous, ready to kill like some real life COD! Oooh, you almost had me. You gotta be Quicker that! Mr hitman, in your baseball cap. Such a close call, but you still haven't taken me off the map Oooh, you almost had me. You gotta be Quicker that! Mr hitman, in your baseball cap. Such a close call, but you still haven't taken me off the map They know full well where I'm at. Everywhere I go, there's a hitter full of gang tats. Keeping me in their scopes, reporting back to their capt. But they still havent made my brains go splat. I gotta find this tracker that their using to keep me tracked. I'm tryna stay out of their trap. I keep my Ruger close to my lap. Ready to make these hitters take a crap, Once I bust a cap, In self defense and make em take their dirt nap. Pap, pap, pap, pap Pap! The second they initiate a threat. I'm gon gun em down like a Vietnam vet! I'm gon see to it that die in regret. I don't care about their set. Every threat is getting met with hot led. Put em in their casket bed. Paint their body's blood red! That's what I said. They can say hello to their death bed. I'll be cleared for self defense by the Fed. Any hitter make a move, you best bet, they gonna end up Dead! I'm gon be left with all the street cred. Oooh, you almost had me. You gotta be Quicker that! Mr hitman, in your baseball cap. Such a close call, but you still haven't taken me off the map Oooh, you almost had me. You gotta be Quicker that! Mr hitman, in your baseball cap. Such a close call, but you still haven't taken me off the map