Raekwon - 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 shells, treat you like little splinters Don't f** 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 a** on the wax Wanna beef off the record, your a** still getting waxed And I could talk sh**, 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**, 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**ers, everything I wear n***as bought the same thing k**ing Yeah, the movies are more slicker 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**hes, 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 co*k ready to bait I love em, hug em, get the best of these traits Rich n***as 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