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The fuck is wrong with y'all
You think this shit is a nigga
Like it ain't about murder and nigga
The fuck is wrong wit

It's Murder Inc
some Dave Bing shit
Stop it fucked up

Yo the first dollar for me, I it the block did it
Murder came with it, nice and dime bitches
Hangin' out late, nicknamed the
But on a bad note came jail time and jam

Can you feel the rhyme, a thug trying to shine?
On the grind, you better keep ass in line
'Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it so nigga
You was me through your window nigga

Doing crimes, twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin', one time
As you out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and the glock out

Cock it back, tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breathe, now six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just in you wearin' a vest
And that's the whole sixteen in safeen

Motherfucker you see Tah
Bet I'm holdin' a fifth and a full
At any given to flip on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin' alien and I'm way beyond flashin'

So if you see crumbs nigga, get to
I mastered the game, aim put two in you
your dame, jump back in the range
For this dough

Rapidly gunnin' the like a calico
Let it rip, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you
I hope niggaz really ready 'cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on

I on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on click-clack
Keep eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself
we can't be touched, the fuck y'all want

From rob men rob grown men
And be the one hustlin' 'til the one in
The worst niggaz back and spit for gin
'Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from Hall
who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the no more

Niggaz came to keep the roar but [unverified] on the
Let's explore, quick on the draw is the law
The fuck you set rules for it's the streets
My code is the heat we all gotta eat
a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' rush the club

Automatic love, fingerprints, b, 38 snubb
Motherfucker, do you me?
Ronnie with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be your
Pop the and make you know me

I was fourteen, doin' my thing
Gettin' cream in Queens
Niggaz scheme for they
Come clean, if not, you gots to get

Give me the ooh-op, and let me down the block
Fuck cops, I crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them niggaz, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play the children

'Cuz I was too busy pumpin' up jums in the buildin'
While most kids went to school to
I was in the spot cookin' up
The game got me, at I got sloppy

Caught a body and shot up his party
to relocate, I better transport my weight
Pick up all my and bounce out of state
Catch me in Virginia, I ain't gonna surrender
Unless I'm dead or
And that's to remember nigga

Yo, it ain't but murder one
Niggaz holdin' they and bustin' 'em
My niggaz foul son, we spray up the
And leave numb and brain dumb

Niggaz the shots but where they comin' from
I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my off
But fuck it, rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if it's murder you want, it's I give

Makin' it harder for to live for you and your kids
No question, murder dog
I'm through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm for him, bustin' at the sky

My aim's on him, my man died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin' dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin' team, destroyin' your dreams
Now 'bout this nigga, oh, goin' all out for the dough

Yo, I show out, around and get blowed out
Ugh