's times like these that we will fight. It's over and it's under our skin. Now darling tell me That we're alright She waits for him in the hearse while
try to stick it out for few more days, Can you ever imagine, when we make this happen, what they all will say. Go for the gold, try to not settle for
tired Put it working and I ain't even hired Hidden high low, neighbours thought you joined the choir You drop it, and ride with it, cuz she know that i'm liking it Turn my lap into a show, for
searchers wheel and deal If you??®e looking for repentance They???l hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburg or Paris Love??? for sale and so
latest Then I hit the barber shop real quick Had 'em gimme little twist and it drove them crazy And then I couldn't get no job This corporate wouldn't hire
Booyaka. 6-1-9 (Hey) What you gon' do when we come for you? And we the Southtown generals, Diego Don originals. Hitman for hire, made wiseguys untouchable
you anymore? Could it be that we don't have what it takes? (Yeah) Have you ever wished for fire to burn away your mind restraints? Haven't you been for hire
one way of life. An independently funded organization called ("Stop fucking downloading music for free and we can save hip hop!" in reverse) hired 100
[GZA] Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate heard Salesman hiring, a convict of murder Bodyguard, who used to do physical fitness His business, is catching
take this, this time, straight up man (Yup! Elephant Man, that's Killah Priest I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets America, you know for
Nice blouse, tight shirt. Business attire. For this hooker for hire. Throw the keys on the table said baby are you home. Didnt expect Bones. Were alone. And shes reachin for
liked us, now they hired bikers In TNT tryin to shut down the CNB Cartel, tryin to stack mail and prevail To cop a 300 XL, yo you niggas know Memph for
' for the chips when it's murder for hire. Verse 2: I got a knack for this Bodyin' shit, escape miraculous Exchange money for death, they can't tax the
thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for hire Click caps to pay bills For this
ass for real I don't give a fuck about your feelings I'm down for the peelin', I'm down for the strippin' I got to be ready for the body dippin' down
make me leave the band She even hired a toy rent-a-boy Straight from a Times Square stand Oh thank you little Whizz kid But me and my friends gotta
be a honky-tonk heaven Some old slicker done bought the place An' lit it up like a 7-11 Yes, they fired the band that used to play 'Okie From Muskogee' An' hired
When you're late for work good god o'mighty, when Ur boss is a jerk Good god o'mighty, when Ur feelings geting hurt good god o'mighty some times you gotta