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Murder Inc
[Tah
motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme shit man)
Funk nigga
Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
[Black & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the realer and we after skrilla
So if you in the or blockin the cash, block and we blast
nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the tucked
Spit on some shit and and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the
Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
Which means it's still motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you ever had a nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I dough
And the same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, has just begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the what want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha a turnpike, turn right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill bars

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this
I ain't sharin with of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for
Niggaz ain't built for life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for nigga

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