Lyrics:
got that fire
They know whats up Ima shoot no murder for hire
I see the opps out on the road I keep my fire
My glock go every where I go cuz Ima slider
Julie, and this is the M-16. (GUNS.)
I'm shooting the MPK submachine gun. It's made in Germany, (GUNS.)
The MP stands for Machine Pistol. (THIS is a real
"Firemen for Hire"
Juvenile cleanup crew while the baby boom retires
Muscle for hire got the flight time backwards
Suckers are juicing losing - born
The power of having a gun a big obstacle for 'em (uh)
In every hood in the country, yeah the cans flarin' (brrt)
And street niggas won't outlive their
personal gesture
These type of blacks should be buried like a treasure
So many blacks you'll burn till the day you retire
You're just another nigga for hire
to Marathon he rode
To hire himself a gringo pistolero
Spread the word along the river tell it through the borderland
That the Hound of Death is howling after
Caught an opp, now the Glock is a throwaway (bah)
I get racks in the wall and the doorway (racks)
I'm so rich, I might have to go murder for hire (hire
down to take yo life
I got the best lawyer
cnd I got work for you
I hire n****** , fire n*** , Fah Fah
Bye bye n*****
Yeah I feel that
I feel that
down to take yo life
I got the best lawyer
cnd I got work for you
I hire n****** , fire n*** , Fah Fah
Bye bye n*****
Yeah I feel that
I feel that
I'm not for hire
Fly girl's desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I rock in the park
And I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after
on the counter
I might get a bitch
Hire her as a accountant
I don't need no one to count it
Imma do the dishes
Pop up n pop shots
Fuck it make the block hot
Fina swing cause I'm bouta
You know for a fact that I'm better
Got a question oh ya pre gun ta
You Fina bring me them noodles ya
That feel more like
Fina swing cause I'm bouta
You know for a fact that I'm better
Got a question oh ya pre gun ta
You Fina bring me them noodles ya
That feel more like
Admit they Ain't for duty
Cause y all got police out here shooting like they're in a movie
Then wonder why the community
Don't fuck with y'all
We have no
I'm so tired of liars
Treat my heart like it's for hire
Excuses feel indifferent
Tell if there's someone different
You make me feel so nervous
Tell
a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about
attention
For the money on a mission
Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah
(Chorus)
Feds gettin closer
I'm peepin
My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)
the world go get my gun
Fuck the world
Don't trust the world
Belle
These people ain't loyal
I say go get my gun cause they ain't good enough for you
Never be
grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My n****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams
Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya
Flash
already won
Holdin' my steady gun, damn it I'm having fun
This shit too fire, Christmas spirit with the tree for hire
Reach for the stars and I put it up
Choppers and guns
Don't play with us nigga
We killin' for fun
I promise to God
I promise to Pablo
You know I'm a Nino
My tolerance zero
grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My n****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams
Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya
Flash
They came
From outer space
Why
To get fucking paid
They're mean and green and they're coming to town
They're aliens for hire
Freelance
Somebody's
Road managers
We hire Camera people
We hire stylists
I don't understand man
As for these collecting societies
These company that are collecting
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