Hitmen COllab

It's the beginning of the end The production we the hitmen Let it sink it Like a bullet in the chest A rope around the neck the thought you should invest To grow in intellect families taken by the night Our families breaking cause of fights Words spoken out of sight Flexing on me While my family OD Slowly dying Family suicide ain't changing, Told my brother that my love for him will never go away Day to day feel the shade cause we went out different ways You lost someone so close took your mind and soul Case is closed that shows Death has a huge toll Taking all our close ones Daughters and our known sons Memories grow but They body goes frozen And it makes me cry Seeing sowed closed eyes Knowing they love departed to the blue skies Even if you go, know Your memory will live with me Hitmen on a stroll, know We starting and we ending the beef West side sniper Mister jackson Our production On the scene We the hitmen Got the list man Hope that we don't see you You a fucking a lame