Songtext zu 'Murder For Hire' von Nature

Yeah, this how we get rich, for all the mothafuckin thug niggas, niggas
Get bodied, some niggas snitch, knowwhatimsayin? throughout the world
Its the thugs, the laws of nature, this is how we eat, dont ever try
To take food from a starving man, hes 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 Im right there, Im 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 its murder for hire.

Verse 2:
I got a knack for this
Bodyin shit, escape miraculous
Exchange money for death, they cant 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 ad gave me mad head, Im 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
Heres the plan for us
I know the perfect man to bust
They call him top dog
Weak links need to be popped off
Hes 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 cant escape death.

Verse 3:
A week went by and Im 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 Im takin all the weight
Shortys 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, Ill be the muscle
One false move and ima 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 dont got no time to love them
Hoes, money come first, money and murder, we were raised off this shit,
You cant escape it, its on every street, every corner, Id rather get
Paid for this shit.