Hitman For Hire lyrics

feat. Clipse
[Red Cafe]
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

[Verse - 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!

[Chorus]
[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

[Verse - Red Cafe]
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-acapo
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