Letras:
Hard Knocks Nigga For Hire

' 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

who lingers around A lot of hard luck niggas try to get at my crown But I forgive them send `em love I know what it`s like Doing shows for no doe and

Verse 1: Yo, the soul provider got a lot on the skillet grillin' it hard boiled, charcoal fillin' the dark villain And the light skinded niggas disguised

is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for

is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for

, and come up with some bread When he found out I'm broke, he still gon leave a nigga for dead So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day For