Hit Man Gang Starr (Ft. Q-Tip)

[Intro]
The hit man
His power is so great
That's for real
Ain't about a whole lotta talk
It's about action, can you dig it?

[Verse 1: Guru]
He got the eye and the heart to do it, yeah
From the roof with a scope, there's a whole art to it
Ain't no emotion when he pulls the trigger
Brief second of silence, then you see what he do to niggas
Pistols, rifles, grenades, whatever
He's a killin' machine, bought and paid for and clever
And way iller than the last nigga
Smoke a nigga in the club then dance right past niggas
Once in a while, there'll be one who'll stand out
Who's more than psycho, who'll take any man out
With a certain passion for sendin' bullets blastin'
A certain fashion to the way this nigga wax 'em
And this assassin gets mad satisfaction
From puttin' all this worthless scum out of action
A sense of pride in his skill
Looks in the mirror and salutes before he rides for the kill

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing
It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring
With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Or do it lawn mower style, rrt
You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing
It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring
I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing
With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa