Saafir The Saucee Nomad Lyrics: The Hit List Lyrics

Saafir The Saucee Nomad - The Hit List

featuring Sonnie Black

Intro:

Huh yeah yeah. Saafir in the house youknowhatI'msayin'? Layin' it down with

my nigga Sonnie Black. About to spit this shit to you. You might be on this

motherfucker man. You know?

Saafir:

Since the death of the first two icons I be wonderin'

Who's gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt

Somebody is puttin' in major work

And drop the line of these top the line rhymer you know who was the first

And the second MC

The shit temps me

To keep practicing my aim at the shooting range

And keep my vest

In close range to my chest

Say a prayer to the game

Cause she won't be the same after this

I heard they

Who is they?

I don't know

But you know what they say

Don't believe it till you see it

But now I peep the Ebony special Big Daddy Dane or Super Nat

Death's comin' three and the shit is startin' to worry me (why?)

Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot

Maybe the government is fillin' it

Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappin'

Imagin' if they got fed up and attached a contract

To touch these pathetic lips

Believe me

It would be called

Hook:

The Hit List

But it never happens to you if you're hitless

So you better stay sharp in you mental fitness

And always holla at your follies about business

What is this? The Hit List

Saafir:

The newspapers read

"De La Soul Is Dead"

The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire

Shocking news travels like a live wire

To the Mississippi connect

Brought in from a club bathroom <br

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