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Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, be serious
you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest together
Street music and so on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's nigga, huh, it's Murda

Mothafuckers wanna me but don't got the heart
To look me in the with the nine and spark
whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous
Everybody goes, knows

The weapons I possess, not for show
And you put on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers do the one shot dash
Or be one ass

J to the A Y to the drive by to your
bye-bye to you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet and them niggas
Could die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot

And promise you only one thing, to not you
Jahova know the god served ya
'Cause dead or when I arrive it's murda

Shit I y'all niggas know to lay low now
thou shall perish if you don't bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight, dark, dim the lights
You shot twice god to this the night

That a lot of fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you bitch niggas talking
All on my dick you broke making me rich

You gonna blaze me you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat
Rather beat your or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, ill
Niggas dying 'cause they I spit like iron
Nothing but flyin', flows and mics, hell and night
Go together heaven and light
ain't seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the world I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should
With a gat in your hand, spin in barrel and put it to your

'Cause we don't no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall
Fuckin' I N C is murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-doggin' bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin' shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, again Poppy
I smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the hundred like runnin', niggas don't want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, it scrapin'
I it fussin', bustin', I made it cappin'

And off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a 'cause you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel
Let the dogs on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster the trigger's blast

A fucking in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I gots to production
I need a block to function and I'll stop destructin'

The is not for frontin', so let me get that shorty
you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with shorty
You might as well hit this 40, you hit the floor

Another 24, you want, money, more?
Them did it raw, with no condom
You find 'em, sayin' sorry he for what he said I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there ain't gonna be no riff

Dog you want a floss tiff but would of made it to the if
Bullets traveled a lot and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so think about after
'Cause tomorrow ain't comin', so runnin'
you gonna die like a sucker, murder motherfucker

Uh, where my mother dogs at?
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Riders, Def Jam
Where my at? Top Fight Uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down,
Boomer one love nigga, murda