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psychopathic rydas – murder fo’ hire lyrics

[intro]
detroit, mother f+cker
what, b+tch?
it’s easy to have a mother f+cker k!ll
watch your back, fool
look me up, b+tch

[chorus]
we murderin’ for money and we’ll mob on the scene (come on)
it’s black trucks bustin’ shots in pursuit of the green
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
we don’t accept checks, we only murder for cash
so put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot

[verse 1: full clip]
what’s hanging out of your fist grip? cheddar?
so tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded
cause i don’t give a f+ck who he is or wherе he stay
or even his kid’s namеs as long as i get paid
so how you want it? blood soaked or dry?
as soon as paper hits palm, somebody finna die
fetty for murder just one way a ryda live
or i might take your skrilla and pop you b+tch
[verse 2: bullet]
hide your bullet, cause i’m out of control and i move fast
i blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash
bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag
but then i dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag
i keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don’t hurt me
wind me up with chedda and then i bust, is how you work me
and f+ck drama, i give a f+ck less about her mama
while she crying at the funeral, we in the bahamas
i need the money, b+tch

[verse 3: sawed off]
come out yo’ pockets hoe, i’ll get you anything you need
murder for hire indeed, come with it
i’m a one+armed bandit with a sawed off that i keep on the low
it’s only used for my hitman dough
just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed
homicide, employs me, man, even rydas gotta eat
keep it simple, duffle sack packed with the green sh+t
i pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with
[verse 4: lil’ shank]
i’m fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint
doin’ a buck twenty switching from lane to lane
that’s when i gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear
somebody with no cash was talkin’ some cash sh+t
now when they lay down they gon’ stay down to quit
so i ain’t playin’ i’ma dump high clips for mad chips
in the name of profit i exterminate for the game
i charge a hundred k a shot, and i got real bad aim
so get your money, man

[chorus]
we murderin’ for money and we’ll mob on the scene
it’s black trucks bustin’ shots in pursuit of the green
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
we don’t accept checks we only murder for cash (and for the hatchet)
so put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass (bang)
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot

[verse 5: cell block]
[?] on my two+way, the number is listed
just below cold blooded k!ller, no remorse for the victims
on call like a doctor i don’t need no f+cking scalpel
my tool is a chopper, in this b+tch i’ve made of shrapnel
i paint the block red up and down with your blood
and rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods
no payment is needed, yo i do this sh+t for free
your blood will be shed, satisfaction guaranteed, b+tch
[verse 6: converse]
it’s for the money, pay up, spray up, more green to weigh ya
my name’s converse, stay up, load the k up
bust nine’s, ring your bell like wind chimes
bought a brand new benz truck with only quarters and dimes
so when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter
tell your mama get my money or i’m gonna have to squirt her
b+tch i’m not playin’ cut you like i’m djin’
converse will k!ll them all for the right price payin’

[chorus]
we murderin’ for money and we’ll mob on the scene
it’s black trucks bustin’ shots in pursuit of the green
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
we don’t accept checks we only murder for cash
so put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot
it’s for the money kid, shut the f+ck up and get shot

- psychopathic rydas lyrics

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