Murder 4 Hire

Lyrics

[Verse] 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