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