Murder For Hire Paroles

He tried to steal off my plate
Put that lil' bitch on a diet
You niggas know that I'm hot
You niggas know that I'm fire
I send a hitter like Beck
You niggas thought I was tired
Uh, all I gotta do is drop a pin
Shooters pullin' up in the Benz
I ain't even gotta touch work
I'll bet a nigga still get it in
All I gotta do is drop a pin
A hundred young niggas gon' spin
(Skrrt, brrt) Hit 'em up like, uh (Brrt, brrt)
I am the half-A
That mean I'm the boss, you do what I say
I got a AK
I feel like Tony, who wanna play, play?
Don't come a day late
I need my racks, this is a payday
I'm talkin' 'bout mayday Run in with the sack, no Sano
Uh, kill a fuck nigga on camera
Run off on the plug, new work, new channel
Blew a nigga down like [?], like a candle
Just popped a seal, new pint, new Fanta
I stay one hundred 'cause, nigga, that's law
Niggas be faking and niggas be flaw
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up raw
If you catch a body, don't tell what you saw
Uh, put a million M's on my payroll
My life changed when I met Diego
Big blue faces in my bankroll
Bitch, I'm a Carolina Narco, let's go

And that's just the intro, nigga
And I'm still the richest in my motherfuckin' state, that's no cap
Baby
And I ain't got to sound to go, y'all niggas already know how I'm rockin', nigga
My nigga just like Rocky, nigga (Boom)