Artist: JoJo Pellegrino f/ June Luva Album: Hitman for Hire Song: Second Wind Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: JoJo Pellegrino talking] [JoJo Pellegrino] Yo Hitman For Hire, classy attire They told me low key was wiser, but daddy, I can't help these flashy desires Mr. Pellegrino, the fans see the flyest The fishes still sleep, the dish is so deep they can't see the tires Feel me, this is rap at it's best, I used to rap on the bench and ?rag at the jets? ?With twenty head trees backwords at best? Now it's rapping for checks, hennessey bottles, duffle bags and the cess Everynight passing is sex, me and my piece take the street route Up in the clubs, we ?deexed out?, like this what we bout Knock your teeth out, now spit your beef out Daily, I hit the studio with shit on my chest Blow the weed out, spit the rough mix and have it leak out (New JoJo) I'm Blanco, rock jewels, I'm getting paper, call me Joey ?Fazzoo? Fools, this games full of dudes with careless flows Fool, the media says high, but they sales is low Me, I keep a buzz in the street, Every record they keep Baby blues is deep, imagine the sales in my first week (tell em son) I'm talking top of the world, purschase a gown for my mom and my girl Gather the fam and pop till we hurl [Chours: June Luva (JoJo Pellegrino)] Yo, you can't stop us from meeting I'm hitting the block hard this weekend Seven days dropping and breathing We put it down for what we stand for daddy (stand up) We can take it to the dance floor daddy (hands up) Man I told ya'll I'm a broad street killer Ducking and dodging the cops, with twelve twelves stashed in my socks We put it down for what we stand for daddy (hands up) We can take it to the dance floor daddy (hands up) [JoJo Pellegrino] This is life behind music Every kick, every snare tells a tales of a soul slaughtered to it What you hear is blood, sweat and tears, I've been through it Leaving the book get loose when I push the pen to it Nobody loves me like me, yeah I'm my own best friend Don't need no company, I move by my lonesome Every now and then I'm crying to Jesus If it ain't one of my peoples from a bullet, one of my family members dies from diseases But life goes on, I hop on stage, beats go on, cameras roll on The very second the light goes on Now it's up close and personal, putting it down for the borough Where thye cutch toast to murder you, Thugs post observing you Chicks itch to get their hands on what's in Jo's boxers Easy ma, got a wife that be smelling my own boxers Really, I don't chase these bunnies, I'm trying to make this money You jealous bastards can't take ish from me Keep it moving I got this (got this), watch this (watch this) I'ma drop hits and get rich where your pops shits (peep it) I'm talking top of the world, purschase a gown for my mom and my girl Gather the fam and pop till we hurl, let's rock [Chorus 2X]