The HitMan - Magesh

Here we go, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, I'm the hitman Stand aside I'm the hitman I want your life Ain't no escaping Don't run and hide There goes the neighbourhood (I'm gonna kill for your love) that's right Hitman Now don't you cry I'm just a hitman And you might get fried Gun in my pocket Don't get me wrong I'll be your hitman I'm a fool for your love I'm a head shredder That's better Baby, baby, baby I'm a hitman, hitman, hitman Yeah, trouble in the East, troubled in the West Struggle with the beast (what a thief, what a pest) Come back, mother Nuke that sucker Yeah, yeah, yeah Who knows what I'm talking about Waste that, brother All right Ooh That's the way to do it I'm the hitman I'm your prize But this hitman can cut you down to size Love me, baby Don't be so cool Love me, love me, baby I've been to the hitman school Yeah, yeah, yeah You're gonna make my day Gonna blow you away That's when the fun begins Are you ready for the sting? Gonna waste that thing (hitman) Hitman is king Go, go Oh, hitman, hitman

I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real I'm making this innovation Paving the way I make it I studied the foundation Of making the music pay You better believe in me Music is truth in me The boy's from Africa The boy's from SA Predicting my future like my life is an essay I'm cutting people off Call me machete×2 I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real I feel like a climbing hill I know the battle is real But I ain't signing no deal I put the cheque on the bill I know we making a mill Ow yeah I'm grindin' foreal Might end dying foreal Yeah I'm livin for the art yeah My mind is like a gallery I'm going to succeed I don't care if you doubting me Haters stay behind me When I rise to my destiny (Destiny) To my destiny (Destiny) Whoa From the bottom to the top The grind is where' I'll be I'm making this innovation Paving the way I make it I studied the foundation of making the music pay You better believe in me Music is truth in me The boy's from Africa The boy's from SA Predicting my future like my life is an essay I'm cutting people off Call me machete×2 I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real

Well, I'm a hitman for a living but living hits harder than that Oh, I got some regrets and I got regrets about that You know, occupation ain't hard when it pays this damn much When your a hitman for a living You don't quit, you just lose your touch I'm losing my touch, second guessing my aim And even when I hit my mark, these days it don't feel the same And I've made a killing out living my conscience and shunning my shame I look at my list, the only one left is my name I'm a hitman, but I hit rock bottom today Go and tally the cost, what I lost is twice what I gained No comfort and coming to those who profit from pain I look at my list, the only one left is my name If I'm losing my touch and love for the game It only seems right that I draw that line through my name Sympathies keep 'em please I ain't down on my knees all the same I'm a hitman for a living But I quit my living today Yeah, I'm a hitman for a living but I quit my living today