Artist: Cold 187um (Big Hutch) Album: The Only Solution Song: An Offer He Can't Refuse Typed by: sixsixsixalwayswins@yahoo.com [Method Man sample] Murder, Murder, Mur murder, Murder Murder, Murder, Mur murder, Murder [Verse 1] See everybody think that they untouchable, Till they find theyself in the mix Getting fucked like a bitch shit I don't give a fuck about yo' muscle, I'ma kill you quick And whoever you connected with The time, Is 6:38 When my flight touched down at JFK Had the homie Big Rick pick me up Man he had the heaters in the spot and everything that we discussed It's cold as fuck, Probably like 20 below Took a sip of 'nac just to help the blood flow Calculate my steps, You know my rep My job ain't done till you breath yo last breath Gotta move swift when I'm on the set Cause the mark I'm trying to hit is mob connected No problems I don't play to lose And I'ma make him an offer that he can't refuse Cause it's [Chorus 2x] Cause it's COLDDDDDDDDDD Murder, Murder, Mur murder Why? Why? Why? Murder, Bloody murder Thought you was a wise guy but now you gotta die! [Gunshot] Thought you was a wise guy but now you gotta die! [Gunshot 2x] [Verse 2] See everybody think that they bulletproof Till they find they ass crossed up and they neck's in a noose Shit, You outta luck cause I'm cold as ice Have you on yo knees begging and pleading I don't take ya life The time, Is 9:34 I'm out in Flatbush, Brooklyn casing Willie Broscoe And everybody know Willie He the main muscle for the mob in this part of the city But fuck him, I don't know Willie And he wrote a check he can't cash by fucking wit my homies The Psychopathic Assassin, Smash on any bitch ho Even if ya whole family gotta go So fuck Willie Broscoe He gon feel the strength of the hatchet when I hit him with the roscoe Cause we don't never play to lose And we gon make him an offer that he can't refuse Cause it's Chorus 2x [Verse 3] Everybody think that they a good guy Till they find theyself staring down the barrel bout to die Shit, I don't give a fuck cause it's too late You slimy motherfucker you a great big waste The time, Is 8:30 AM It's been three days now, I've been clocking him and plotting on him He at the local coffee shop He meeting with Vito and Tony and they making a drop Move, They handle business real quickly He got a latte to go then he jumped in his Bentley Now it's close to nine o clock He goes to get a massage at the spa up the block Uh, He like the Asian chick little bitch big tits A bad bitch turning tricks for tips And when she got him totally relaxed I blew his brains to smithereens and cancelled his contract Cause it's Chorus 2x [Narrator] The hit was a success But before 187 could even relax He was informed by a confidante that his father's killer The Black Swan had been spotted in Atlantic City Immediately, The Psychopathic Assassin was off on the hunt again Only this mission is personal