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Murder Inc
[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know what shit is
Take over nigga (gimme that man)
Flex nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and all year
Yo nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we skrilla
So if you in the path or the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't a fuck
is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's still murda
Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga his mouth
That's a that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, has just begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy second
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome on a squad of ducks
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya kill these bars

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I this bread
I ain't with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
Y'all ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, police, murda for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and piss on you
That you spit, I spits that too
Put three in you, match yo'
It's really the Rule nigga pops them thangs
For real, in my bloodline ready to kill
nigga I happen to know you
It's about I expose you
The over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile take over
You scared but don't
Cause I like my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks it
I'll asssassinate character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, must not value they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for
Murdah]
My BJ
Bumps
My Pre
My nigga
Funk nigga
Flex nigga