DJ Kay Slay, Joell Ortiz, Fred The Godson, Raekwon - Hitmen For Hire lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay, Joell Ortiz, Fred The Godson, Raekwon - Hitmen For Hire lyrics]
Hitman for hire, no escape
Chill with all the big plans mcgyver
You diving into quick sand when I will
Lean on you with this heat like
A tick stand on fire
Save your hocus pocus no I
Don’t believe in magic
Boy, I believe that this ratchet is
Filled to the tip with talent
When you disappear
Got nothing to do with talent
I wave at your top hat
Watch you hop around like a rabbit
Voila, yawda, calabunga with shells
Treat you like little splinters
Don’t fuck around with joell
My burrow start with a b
Finish up with a end
And I’ll always more be in
Every project that I be in
Ask the Spanish housing work cause they’ll
Tell you see that bien
When I clean up in the morning
Who be in the lobby hin
Even in the trap I’m the king of the boom bap
I snap you get the beats
Like I’m producing the tracks
Wanna beef on the record
I finish your ass on the wax
Wanna beef off the record
Your ass still getting waxed
And I could talk shit
Cause your lip will be all split
While your nose is a faucet
And I’m watching it all drip
In case they wailing, I’ma pop it
Guns is Jason Collins coming out the closet
It’s logic, I’m working on this project
And I got work up in the projects
Yeah, so it’s a pioneer, so I’ma pioneer
Getting stereo types, sony, pioneer
I’m 2 up, I come around flossin
Girls said I blew up, south town boston
They tell rappers fred knives stay away
I spit till I’m taped up, lay away
Infrared stay away
Miami could be playing in New York
Couldn’t make me put the ray away
Life skill, we could battle
… got a light bill on a barrel
I’m involved in mobbin, don’t trust it
Your girl is a bird, I’ll abduct her
The way I handle, I should be playing it
Look like you need arrest, go and cuff her
Champagne killers, everything I wear
Niggas bought the same thing killing
Yeah, the movies are more slicker
Lifestyle richer rats be in the chair
Yellin yeah he’ll hit you up
I’m known to ruin a wake
But still an old ruin to take
You get it, holding mob style me
And sleeping at niemens
Email, send me a seamen
Bitches, can’t stop winning it’s fake
Keep it moving…shoot off, shoot horse
Carry my plate
Cause when it’s realer, she weight
Gun cock ready to bait i love em, hug em
Get the best of these trait's
Rich niggas never get just
That’s why they want him away
When everything’s closer, it’s straight
Back to getting money, back in the bay
Back and I’m slay
Chill with all the big plans mcgyver
You diving into quick sand when I will
Lean on you with this heat like
A tick stand on fire
Save your hocus pocus no I
Don’t believe in magic
Boy, I believe that this ratchet is
Filled to the tip with talent
When you disappear
Got nothing to do with talent
I wave at your top hat
Watch you hop around like a rabbit
Voila, yawda, calabunga with shells
Treat you like little splinters
Don’t fuck around with joell
My burrow start with a b
Finish up with a end
And I’ll always more be in
Every project that I be in
Ask the Spanish housing work cause they’ll
Tell you see that bien
When I clean up in the morning
Who be in the lobby hin
Even in the trap I’m the king of the boom bap
I snap you get the beats
Like I’m producing the tracks
Wanna beef on the record
I finish your ass on the wax
Wanna beef off the record
Your ass still getting waxed
And I could talk shit
Cause your lip will be all split
While your nose is a faucet
And I’m watching it all drip
In case they wailing, I’ma pop it
Guns is Jason Collins coming out the closet
It’s logic, I’m working on this project
And I got work up in the projects
Yeah, so it’s a pioneer, so I’ma pioneer
Getting stereo types, sony, pioneer
I’m 2 up, I come around flossin
Girls said I blew up, south town boston
They tell rappers fred knives stay away
I spit till I’m taped up, lay away
Infrared stay away
Miami could be playing in New York
Couldn’t make me put the ray away
Life skill, we could battle
… got a light bill on a barrel
I’m involved in mobbin, don’t trust it
Your girl is a bird, I’ll abduct her
The way I handle, I should be playing it
Look like you need arrest, go and cuff her
Champagne killers, everything I wear
Niggas bought the same thing killing
Yeah, the movies are more slicker
Lifestyle richer rats be in the chair
Yellin yeah he’ll hit you up
I’m known to ruin a wake
But still an old ruin to take
You get it, holding mob style me
And sleeping at niemens
Email, send me a seamen
Bitches, can’t stop winning it’s fake
Keep it moving…shoot off, shoot horse
Carry my plate
Cause when it’s realer, she weight
Gun cock ready to bait i love em, hug em
Get the best of these trait's
Rich niggas never get just
That’s why they want him away
When everything’s closer, it’s straight
Back to getting money, back in the bay
Back and I’m slay