Tekst:
Friends For Hire The Way She Said It

nigga, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain? (liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it like Capri Sun Ignorant as ever, she clever, equivalent be

many nights before: I finally made it to my feet as she opened up the door. And she said, "You're not gonna do this anymore." She said: "I'm gonna' hire

struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Said no child

out of date by tomorrow Her mother played on virginity She said, "It was the holy place to be" The things boys had were evilry When it came time for matrimony she

day We got the apple pie and coffee hungries on the way We pulled into a little truckstop just outside of town Pretty soon the waitress came around She said

struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Said no child

glad it happened this way Back in my daughters life again Ain't it a shame that it came to this Life goes on except for one less bitch Ain't it a trip

it dangled I got strangled by a second hand Broke the ropes when I held my breath and let my chest expand Threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire

'amour Was set on self-destruct. She said "you don't make enough to provide for me." I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?" She said "