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Hitman For Hire

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(Red Café) Want a hit? Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Now when go down.. y'allll Who won't stop it? When them things get cocked who won't pop it? Who's trying to slow down the quick come up? Of a hitman, what wha what what (Malice) You can tell by the walk and by how the chain swing Got the kinda money most niggaz ain't seen Most niggaz never pushed that machine With 350 plus of pure horse power And the fact that I push pure powder To the point of no return is something I ain't proud of Let the plush jewels symbolize the love For the karats on the wrist I tend to spend just because My life no less a dream at best Lured her loving from London from where the Queen rests Pimpish me took her straight to Mickey D's When she ordered her Royal wit cheese Shit, my whole clique pop Cristal wit ease And pop pistols wit even more ease Shit, we do the shit that you can't conceive And I would hate having your mother grieve, motherfucker (Clipse:) I'm a hitman for hire (R Cafe:) You want work put in I'll have that work put in (Clipse:) I'm a hitman for hire (R Cafe:) You lookin for a gangsta, I'm a gangsta (Clipse:) I'm a hitman for hire (R Cafe:) I handle my business, you don't like me handle your business (Clipse:) I'm a hitman for hire (R Cafe:) You lookin for a gangsta, I'm a gangsta (Red Café) Uh, the boss of my days is back playa Talk greazy, we don't call it rap playa Easy, Izzah they say I'm special They like the seven but, love me in that S Coupe My boxes used to have horses, aight Now I'm soaking the Boxster Porsches, aight Got princess cut in my crosses, aight Enough to make them coppers nauseous aight Now I been shot in the neck, that was almost fatal Now I'm the Shoot-a-Homie never under the navel I'm in they hood like illegal cable


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