[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Ski mask on with a burner cell phone
Desert Eagle 50 cal. imprint on the backbone
This one is not to be tested
Unless you got Smith and Wesson quick at your disposal
If not, better to head back home
This is the business
The uniform isn't unusual if you make killing a job
Money is good when it's coming from behind prison walls
For someone who need to get off
Plus it probably beat a nine-to-five
And there is time to be outside
Instead of sitting at a desk and making calls
And for anyone to stay alive up in the jungle
You should figure out a way to carry no remorse at all
All day long, it is "bombs over Baghdad"
Right in the backyard, no service, no draft
No reason to go out, but it's no reason to stay in
When the roaches are all raiding
And your neighbors bumping Black Flag
Tired of living like this, but not ready to die
'Cause he isn't notorious yet
Everyone wants to be somebody known for doing something people call glorious, yes
So he keep it pushing through the blood and all the gunning down
Of people that he knew and loved who just ran out of time
And the mantra that is bumping on the Walkman in the pocket
Probably something that's synonymous to "money on the mind"
Ski mask on with a burner cell phone
Desert Eagle 50 cal. imprint on the backbone
This one is not to be tested
Unless you got Smith and Wesson quick at your disposal
If not, better to head back home
This is the business
The uniform isn't unusual if you make killing a job
Money is good when it's coming from behind prison walls
For someone who need to get off
Plus it probably beat a nine-to-five
And there is time to be outside
Instead of sitting at a desk and making calls
And for anyone to stay alive up in the jungle
You should figure out a way to carry no remorse at all
All day long, it is "bombs over Baghdad"
Right in the backyard, no service, no draft
No reason to go out, but it's no reason to stay in
When the roaches are all raiding
And your neighbors bumping Black Flag
Tired of living like this, but not ready to die
'Cause he isn't notorious yet
Everyone wants to be somebody known for doing something people call glorious, yes
So he keep it pushing through the blood and all the gunning down
Of people that he knew and loved who just ran out of time
And the mantra that is bumping on the Walkman in the pocket
Probably something that's synonymous to "money on the mind"
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