Psychopathic Rydas - Murder Fo' Hire lyrics

Detroit, motherfucker! What, bitch?!
It's easy to have a motherfucker killed!
Watch your back, fool look me up, bitch!

We murderin' for money and we'll
Mob on the scene (Come on)
It's black trucks bustin' shots in
Pursuit of the green
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
We don't accept checks
We only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand
We'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)

What's hanging out of your
Fist grip? Chеddar? So, tell me player
Who is it that you need dеaded?
'Cause I don't give a fuck who
He is or where he stay
Or even his kid's names as long as I get paid
(Bitch)
So how you want it? Blood soaked or dry?
As soon as paper hit's palm
Somebody finna die
Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live
Or I might take your skrilla
And pop you bitch (Bitch)

Hide your bullet
Cause I'm out of control and I move fast
I blow the baby out a stroller
For the right amount of cash (Booyah)
Bullet hold your wife for you
Leave the money in the bag
But then I dump on you from paranoia
You the type to brag i keep it dirtay
And stab wounds don't hurt me
Wind me up with chedder and then I bust
Is how you work me and fuck drama
I give a fuck less about her mama
While she cryin' at the funeral
We in the Bahamas i need the money, bitch!

We murderin' for money and we'll
Mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in
Pursuit of the green
(I need the money, bitch)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)

Come out them pockets ho
I'll get you anything you need
Murder for hire indeed
(What?) , come with it (Whoo)
I'm a one-armed bandit with a sawed off
That I keep on the low
It's only used for my hitman dough
(Hitman dough) just released to the streets
Another mouth you gotta feed
Homicide employs me, man
Even Rydas gotta eat keep it simple
Duffle sack packed with the green shit
I pitch you with the address
And watch the beef get dealt with

I'm fresh out the shop and
Sprayed with candy paint
Doin' a buck twenty
Switchin' from lane to lane
That's when I gotta hear the
Call somebody wanted to hit
Somebody with no cash was
Talkin' some cash shit
Now when they lay down
They gon' stay down to quit
So I ain't playin' I'ma dump
Hot clips for mad chips
In the name of profit
I exterminate for the game
I charge a 100K a shot
And I got real bad aim
So get your money, man!

We murderin' for money and we'll
Mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in
Pursuit of the green (Take five, bitch)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
We don't accept checks
We only murder for cash
(And throw the hatchet)
So put the money in my hand
We'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)

On my two-way, the number is listed
Just below cold-blooded killer
No remorse for the victims
On call like a doctor
I don't need no fucking scalpel
My tool is a chopper
In this bitch I've made of shrapnel
I paint the block red up
And down with your blood
And rummage through your pockets to
Clean out all your goods
No payment is needed
Yo I do this shit for free
Your blood will be
Shed, satisfaction guaranteed, bitch!

It's for the money, pay up, spray up
More green to weigh up (yeah)
My name's Converse, stay up, load the K up
(Pay up)
Bust nines, ring your bell like wind chimes
Bought a brand new Benz truck
With only quarters and dimes
(Quarters and dimes)
So when we call for a murder
The super soaker inserter
Tell your mama get my money or
I'm gonna have to squirt her (Bitch)
Bitch I'm not playin' cut you like I'm DJin'
Converse will kill them all for
The right price payin'

We murderin' for money and we'll
Mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in
Pursuit of the green
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
We don't accept checks
We only murder for cash
(And throw the hatchet)
So put the money in my hand
We'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get shot)
It's for the money, kid!
(Shut the fuck up and get)