Lyrics Murder 4 Hire - Peezy

Murder 4 Hire

It’s like a jungle sometimes\nDone make me wonder how I keep from goin' under\nGot me ridin' with that thumper\nPolice hit the crib, flush it down the toilet like a plumber\nI ain’t stressin' 'bout this rap shit for real, I do numbers\nLong live my nigga Iz, he ain’t make it through the summer\nThinkin' 'bout my nigga kids 'cause the holidays comin'\nKnow we standin' on that biz, we ain’t gotta say nothin'\nMake 'em feel it in they ribs, they can’t stand how we comin', nigga\nTake somethin', you don’t bring it back, then we gon' come and get it\nBad batch, it ain’t jumpin' back, I told 'em come and get it\nI’m a gangster if I’m by myself or with a hundred niggas\nTold shorty, «You can’t hit my pop 'cause it got somethin' in it»\nYeah, Boyz in the hood, I’m a fuckin' menace\nWe was stealin' out the store and then we turned to killers\nHe shot my brother in the back, we catch his ass, he finished\nTurn your punk ass over, fah-fah, nigga\nFamily over everything, bread over sucker shit\nAll these blue hundreds on me, bitches think my number hit\nBaby say I’m losin' weight, I took it as a compliment\nLouis V jacket blue and gray, it cost a pint of Trish\nPut the whole city on, that’s somethin' they won’t admit\nTurned cameramans into bosses, made niggas rich\nWent and pulled niggas out the mud, help 'em make M’s\nReason I got all these awards 'cause I take risks\nI’m in the higher-ups\nHe ain’t really that, they got him fired up\nLeave your head flat, don’t get your tire bust\nMurder for hire, he violate, gotta write him up\nYou cut the head off the snake, then the body done