Hit Man 4 Hire

[Intro:] [?] nigga Bang Bang Rizzla Gang [Verse 1:] [Philly Swain] Straight out the gutter Where they bangs for the butter Sling my guns in the air Slam on you Word to mother Uhh Think you sweet motherfucker Try to creep We put you to sleep like under covers Hey Fredro The gas light petrol Throwing down bullets Like you young [?] Talking to the echo Go harder from the get go Start to get retarded Cause the [?] ain’t special Bad bitch mami Throw it back like retro Hittin up on lunch break Fuckin up her schedule These same folks will be Dullin up the metal Usain Bolt when I’m runnin from the bezzle Throwing in ghosts Still runnin with the metal They used to go Where you from Man I’m from the ghetto And I run at a higher level [Interlude] Hey yo Swain Job well done my nigga Hold that right there That’s you Yo i’m go throw in a couple links man There’s more niggas we gotta kill out here [Verse 2:] [Fredro Starr] Yeah, yeah I’m the fire man Uh, Ferrari diagrams Make it hard to breathe Two shots to your diaphram [?] money on the floor 25 grand Straight out the frying pan You land in the fire Uh Philly Swain Hit man 4 hire Sink more niggas in quicksand If you even bait me I put the four [?] in your bank man I’m in the 458 with the millicopter Your boy keep it tighter than the Philly blocker For the dough motherfuckers get red up Catch a cold (cough cough) Cough the bread up I’m dead up I got the Feds running my plates Without a warrant The Feds can’t run in my place I know the fuckboys comin for the safe Cause they heard it got a chief Got a hundred fo the 8 Gun in my waist No safety on Bullets tap dance on your back Safety on Case niggas try to play me wrong It’s a suicide It’s a suicide Suicide from the south Suicide to the 215 Uh Hit Man 4 Hire [x4]