Psychopathic Rydas Murder Fo Hire Lyrics

(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE f___ UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE f___ UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that a__
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE f___ UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE f___ UP AND GET SHOT

(Full Clip)
What's hanging out of your fist grip? Cheddar?
So tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded
Cause I don't give a f___ who he is or where he stay
Or even his kid's names as long as I get paid
So how you want it? Blood soaked or dry?
As soon as paper it palm somebody fin to die
Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live
Or I might take your skrilla and pop you b____

(Bullet)
Hide your bullet, cause I'm out of control and I move fast
I blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash
Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag
But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag
I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don't hurt me
Wind me up with chedda and then I bust, is how you work me
f___ drama, I give a f___ less about her mama
While she crying at the funeral, we in the Bahamas
I need to murder b____!

(Sawed Off)
Come out yo' pockets hoe, I'll get you anything you need
Murder for hire indeed, come with it
I'm a one armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low
It's only used for my hitman dough
Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed
Homicide, employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat
Keep it simple, duffle bag packed with the green s___
I pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with

(Lil' Shank)
I'm fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint
Doin' a buck twenty switching from lane to lane
That's when I gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear
Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash s___
Now when they lay down they gunna stay down to quit
So I ain't playin' I'ma dump high clips for mad chips
In the name of profit I exterminate for the game
I charge a 100 K a shot and I got real bad aim
So get your money man

(Cell Block)
Only on my two-way my number is listed
Just below cold blooded killer, no remorse for the victim
On call like a doctor I don't need no f___ing scalpel
My tool is a chopper, in this b____ I've made of shrapnel
I paint the block red up and down with your blood
And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods
No payment is needed, yo I do this s___ for free
Your blood will be shed satisfaction guaranteed

(Converse)
For the money payer, sprayer, more green to weigh ya
My name is Converse, stay up, load the K up
Bust nine's ring your bell like wind chimes
Bought a brand new b____, dropped with only quarters and dimes
So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter
Tell your mama get my money or I'm gonna have to squirt her
b____ I'm not playin' cut you like I'm DJin'
Converse will kill them all for the right price payin'