Представляем точный текст композиции "Hitman For Hire" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Red Cafe . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hitman For Hire» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Red Cafe передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Red Cafe - "Hitman For Hire"
Lyrics to Hitman For Hire : (feat. Clipse) [Red Cafe] Want a hit' Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Now when go down.. yallll Who wont stop it' When them things get cocked who wont pop it' Whos 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 aint 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 aint 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 Ds 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 cant conceive And I would hate having your mother grieve, motherfucker! [Chorus] [Clipse:] Im a hitman for hire [R Cafe:] You want work put in Ill have that work put in [Clipse:] Im a hitman for hire [R Cafe:] You lookin for a gangsta, Im a gangsta [Clipse:] Im a hitman for hire [R Cafe:] I handle my business, you dont like me handle your business [Clipse:] Im a hitman for hire [R Cafe:] You lookin for a gangsta, Im a gangsta [Verse: Red Cafe] Uh, the boss of my days is back playa Talk greazy, we dont call it rap playa Easy, Izzah they say Im special They like the seven but, love me in that S Coupe My boxes used to have horses, aight Now Im soaking the Boxster Porsches, aight Got princess cut in my crosses, aight Enough to make them coppers nauseous aight Now I been shot in the neck, that was almost fatal Now Im the Shoot-a-Homie never under the navel Im in they hood like illegal cable Shakedown, 911s a joke in my town Im bitch-nigga proof, 180 proof, liquor proof I got to make a nigga disappear, trigger poof! Coach said I wasnt good wit my jumpshot So I get upclose when Im bucking my toast, Izzah! [Chorus] [Verse: Pusha T] Big city rolla, pind diamond rose gold Like strawberry Quik was spilled on his shoulder EGHCK! all soldier, top shots out chrome glocks Keep gun coupled, ghetto version of Noah He will make your soul float, fuck wit the next man In this hand I got the tool for making ghosts Beats to the corner, Ben Wallace in the post I send ya to the place where the coroners ya host EGHCK! Not living, Id rather be choking off fumes in someones kitchen Counting money, but these niggaz wont keep their distance So I let these nines assist them See my - presence covers the block like a duvet Haters trying to guess what you weigh Pusha gives a fuck what you say I make corners tumble like Cirque du Soleil [Chorus] [Outro: Pusha T] Uh yeah, Track Masters Shakedown, Red Cafe wit the Clipse Uh uh, yeah, we them hitmen for hire [ Hitman For Hire Lyrics ]
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