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Yeah, this how we get rich, for all the mothafuckin' thug niggas, niggas get bodied, some niggas snitch, knowwhatImsayin'? throughout the World it's the thugs, the laws of Nature, this is how we eat, don't ever try to take food from a starving Man, he's goin' at you. [Verse 1:] It was a Murder contract on these cats that owe they tried workin' for the boss, never brung back dough so I chose to hit 'em the reward was Four Million Two if I hit a bitch or any small children check it, they had a picture of the first cat he out in BX, I know where he rest and where to search at so I'm right there, I'm peeped duke in Jerry Rice gear came from behind, put the shine to his ear took a snap shot, brought that back, collect the chips Half a Million knocked off before we talk about the next hit the next flic was a older cat he had a short arm, crippled at birth but still he hold a gat Bachelor, placin' his bets up in Aqueduct first of the Month some how he stayed rackin' up I reached first, he started backin' up stopped to reach for his piece, I squeezed, he never got to duck I hit him dead in his chest, eternal fire returnin' for the chips when it's murder for hire. Letras de canciones[Verse 2:] I got a knack for this bodyin' shit, escape miraculous exchange money for death, they can't tax the chips I got trapped by a bad bitch the contracts on my own head, she actin' like she Catcholic met her on some high class shit Halftime, watchin' the Knicks against the Mavericks, my G was average skip that, she took me back to where she live at stripped and gave me mad head, I'm 'bout to push her shit back we pulled our guns at the same time the same frame of mind I told her to chill relax, unload the steel here's the plan for us I know the perfect Man to bust they call him Top Dog weak links need to be popped off he's hard to reach, I know a friend that know a friend that could get him on the phone for a fee, a quick Ten the next victim, we both could hit 'em catch him while he sleepin', when he wakes up the Lord is wit' em. Sometimes it happens in the streets, sometimes it happens in the crib, you can't escape death. [Verse 3:] A week went by and I'm losin' sleep they sent niggas out to get me so now I gotta move with heat persuin' beef, while hearin' stories untrue nowhere to run to, seein' my face on NewYork One news high profile crime, shit caught on tape with no ski mask so therefore I'm takin' all the weight Shorty's wit' me and she tryin' to thug it makin' me paranoid, seducin' me like Michael Douglass mad stressed, back to back cigarettes fuck it, honey got chips, skip duke, she could get it next I need to trust you you could be the brain, I'll be the muscle one false move and I'm'a bust you kissed her on the cheek before I dicked her to sleep told her we gettin' closer we can get him this week be she never awoke to see a niggas face I skipped town with her bread, her head spread across the pillow case. Leavin' them bitches where they lay, I don't got no time to love them hoes, money come first, money and murder, we were raised off this shit, you can't escape it, it's on every street, every corner, I'd rather get paid for this shit. From Letras Mania