Peezy - Murder 4 Hire lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Murder 4 Hire lyrics]
It's like a jungle sometimes
Done make me wonder how I
Keep from goin' under
Got me ridin' with that thumper
Police hit the crib
Flush it down the toilet like a plumber
I ain't stressin' 'bout this
Rap shit for real, i do numbers
Long live my nigga Iz
He ain't make it through the summer
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga kids
'cause the holidays comin'
Know we standin' on that biz
We ain't gotta say nothin'
Make 'em feel it in they ribs
They can't stand how we comin', nigga
Take somethin', you don't bring it back
Then we gon' come and get it
Bad batch, it ain't jumpin' back
I told 'em come and gеt it
I'm a gangster if I'm by myself
Or with a hundred niggas told shorty
"You can't hit my pop 'causе
It got somethin' in it"
Yeah, Boyz in the hood, I'm a fuckin' menace
We was stealin' out the store and
Then we turned to killers
He shot my brother in the
Back, we catch his ass, he finished
Turn your punk ass over, fah-fah, nigga
Family over everything
Bread over sucker shit
All these blue hundreds on me
Bitches think my number hit
Baby say I'm losin' weight
I took it as a compliment
Louis V jacket blue and gray
It cost a pint of Trish
Put the whole city on
That's somethin' they won't admit
Turned cameramans into bosses
Made niggas rich
Went and pulled niggas out the mud
Help 'em make M's
Reason I got all these awards
'cause I take risks i'm in the higher-ups
He ain't really that, they got him fired up
Leave your head flat
Don't get your tire bust
Murder for hire, he violate
Gotta write him up
You cut the head off the snake
Then the body done
Done make me wonder how I
Keep from goin' under
Got me ridin' with that thumper
Police hit the crib
Flush it down the toilet like a plumber
I ain't stressin' 'bout this
Rap shit for real, i do numbers
Long live my nigga Iz
He ain't make it through the summer
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga kids
'cause the holidays comin'
Know we standin' on that biz
We ain't gotta say nothin'
Make 'em feel it in they ribs
They can't stand how we comin', nigga
Take somethin', you don't bring it back
Then we gon' come and get it
Bad batch, it ain't jumpin' back
I told 'em come and gеt it
I'm a gangster if I'm by myself
Or with a hundred niggas told shorty
"You can't hit my pop 'causе
It got somethin' in it"
Yeah, Boyz in the hood, I'm a fuckin' menace
We was stealin' out the store and
Then we turned to killers
He shot my brother in the
Back, we catch his ass, he finished
Turn your punk ass over, fah-fah, nigga
Family over everything
Bread over sucker shit
All these blue hundreds on me
Bitches think my number hit
Baby say I'm losin' weight
I took it as a compliment
Louis V jacket blue and gray
It cost a pint of Trish
Put the whole city on
That's somethin' they won't admit
Turned cameramans into bosses
Made niggas rich
Went and pulled niggas out the mud
Help 'em make M's
Reason I got all these awards
'cause I take risks i'm in the higher-ups
He ain't really that, they got him fired up
Leave your head flat
Don't get your tire bust
Murder for hire, he violate
Gotta write him up
You cut the head off the snake
Then the body done