Testi musica canzoni

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