Dj Kay Slay - Hitman For Hire lyrics

rate me

feat. Joell Ortiz, Fred The Godson & Raekwon

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 liver be all slip

While your nose is a force field, 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 traits

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.