| Song | Hitmans Diary |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians | |
| Gold chains, and carryin Iranians | |
| Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me | |
| And shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien | |
| Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in | |
| Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium | |
| Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and | |
| From Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal | |
| Drew the Eagle, blew about two | |
| And made one of the two see-through, but I still see two | |
| Of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal | |
| Shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal | |
| Alien-ass niggaz out of the grass | |
| Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast | |
| Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed | |
| The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave | |
| Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly | |
| Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me | |
| Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly | |
| I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet | |
| "Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me | |
| Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy | |
| "Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy" | |
| We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day | |
| Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay? | |
| Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say | |
| "Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away" | |
| If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way | |
| To this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness | |
| And watchin, horses racin with other bosses | |
| Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned | |
| He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one | |
| Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung | |
| He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb | |
| Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung | |
| That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun | |
| Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| February 14 in '95, time about 4:45 | |
| I'm coppin pies in a highrise | |
| Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size | |
| These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies | |
| Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize | |
| Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs | |
| Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua | |
| Arriba, flashed the heat now | |
| She started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in | |
| Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and | |
| Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs | |
| But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan | |
| Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin | |
| Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then | |
| The nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade | |
| My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days | |
| In the small caves, I'm dazed and shit | |
| She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit | |
| OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit | |
| And left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit | |
| Emptied the clip, then replaced it | |
| Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted | |
| Wasted, spirit eras-ted | |
| Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it | |
| The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit | |
| Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit | |
| One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit | |
| My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted | |
| Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room | |
| And saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it | |
| Left out the front door like we ain't do shit | |
| Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| Yo it' s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians | |
| Gold chains, and carryin Iranians | |
| Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me | |
| And shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien | |
| Used to slang ' caine, back to back, up in this game we in | |
| Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium | |
| Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and | |
| From Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal | |
| Drew the Eagle, blew about two | |
| And made one of the two seethrough, but I still see two | |
| Of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal | |
| Shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal | |
| Alienass niggaz out of the grass | |
| Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast | |
| Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed | |
| The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave | |
| Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly | |
| Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me | |
| Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly | |
| I' m about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet | |
| " Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me | |
| Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy | |
| " Yo as long as you made it kid I' m happy" | |
| We still goin to where this cat be, with AK' s all day | |
| Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay? | |
| Make it about 3: 38, straight, this is what you say | |
| " Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away" | |
| If he play, I' ma split his toupee, we on our way | |
| To this nigga' s office, with armed forces, he showin softness | |
| And watchin, horses racin with other bosses | |
| Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned | |
| He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one | |
| Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung | |
| He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb | |
| Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung | |
| That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun | |
| Yo it' s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| Yo it' s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| February 14 in ' 95, time about 4: 45 | |
| I' m coppin pies in a highrise | |
| Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size | |
| These fuckin chichi' s, have you covered with flies | |
| Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize | |
| Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs | |
| Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua | |
| Arriba, flashed the heat now | |
| She started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in | |
| Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain' t the raw and | |
| Became a war man, he put two in my man' s internal organs | |
| But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan | |
| Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin | |
| Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then | |
| The nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade | |
| My boulder grazed, I' m catchin flashbacks of older days | |
| In the small caves, I' m dazed and shit | |
| She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit | |
| OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit | |
| And left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit | |
| Emptied the clip, then replaced it | |
| Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted | |
| Wasted, spirit erasted | |
| Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it | |
| The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit | |
| Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit | |
| One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit | |
| My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted | |
| Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room | |
| And saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it | |
| Left out the front door like we ain' t do shit | |
| Yo it' s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click | |
| Yo it' s a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with | |
| The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick | |
| Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip | |
| Niggaz is struck with the underworld click |