Murder For Hire Lyrics

Murder For Hire lyrics

Yeah, this how we get rich, for all the mothaf**kin` thug niggas, niggas
get bodied, some niggas snitch, knowwhatImsayin`? throughout the World
it`s the thugs, the laws of Nature, this is how we eat, don`t ever try
to take food from a starving Man, he`s goin` at you. 

Verse 1:
It was a Murder contract on these cats that owe
they tried workin` for the boss, never brung back dough
so I chose to hit `em 
the reward was Four Million
Two if I hit a bit*h or any small children
check it, they had a picture of the first cat
he out in BX, I know where he rest and where to search at
so I`m right there, I`m peeped duke in Jerry Rice gear
came from behind, put the shine to his ear
took a snap shot, brought that back, collect the chips
Half a Million knocked off before we talk about the next hit
the next flic was a older cat
he had a short arm, crippled at birth but still he hold a gat
Bachelor, placin` his bets up in Aqueduct
first of the Month some how he stayed rackin` up
I reached first, he started backin` up
stopped to reach for his piece, I squeezed, he never got to duck
I hit him dead in his chest, eternal fire
returnin` for the chips when it`s murder for hire.

Verse 2:
I got a knack for this
bodyin` shit, escape miraculous
exchange money for death, they can`t tax the chips
I got trapped by a bad bit*h
the contracts on my own head, she actin` like she Catcholic 
met her on some high class shit
Halftime, watchin` the Knicks against the Mavericks, my G was average
skip that, she took me back to where she live at
stripped and gave me mad head, I`m `bout to push her sh*t back
we pulled our guns at the same time
the same frame of mind
I told her to chill
relax, unload the steel
here`s the plan for us
I know the perfect Man to bust
they call him Top Dog
weak links need to be popped off
he`s hard to reach, I know a friend that know a friend
that could get him on the phone for a fee, a quick Ten
the next victim, we both could hit `em
catch him while he sleepin`, when he wakes up the Lord is wit` em. 

Sometimes it happens in the streets, sometimes it happens in the crib,
you can`t escape death. 

Verse 3:
A week went by and I`m losin` sleep
they sent niggas out to get me so now I gotta move with heat
persuin` beef, while hearin` stories untrue
nowhere to run to, seein` my face on NewYork One news
high profile crime, sh*t caught on tape
with no ski mask so therefore I`m takin` all the weight
Shorty`s wit` me and she tryin` to thug it
makin` me paranoid, seducin` me like Michael Douglass
mad stressed, back to back cigarettes
f**k it, honey got chips, skip duke, she could get it next
I need to trust you
you could be the brain, I`ll be the muscle
one false move and I`m`a bust you
kissed her on the cheek before I dicked her to sleep
told her we gettin` closer we can get him this week
be she never awoke to see a niggas face
I skipped town with her bread, her head spread across the pillow case. 

Leavin` them bit*hes where they lay, I don`t got no time to love them
hoes, money come first, money and murder, we were raised off this shit,
you can`t escape it, it`s on every street, every corner, I`d rather get
paid for this shit.