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dj kay slay - hitmen for hire lyrics

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
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 sh-lls, treat you like little splinters
don’t f-ck 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 -ss on the wax
wanna beef off the record, your -ss still getting waxed
and i could talk sh-t, cause your lip will be all split
while your nose is a faucet, and i’m watching it all drip

[verse 2: fred the godson]
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 sk!ll, 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

[verse 3: raekwon]
champagne k!llers, everything i wear
n-ggas bought the same thing k!lling
yeah, the movies are more sl!cker
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
b-tches, 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 c-ck ready to bait
i love em, hug em, get the best of these traits
rich n-ggas 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

- dj kay slay lyrics

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