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Murder Inc
Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers what this shit is
over nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
[Black & Tah Murdah]
put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we don't give a fuck
This is shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and your bones up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be on your chest
When you for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, wanna 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 still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you ever had a nigga runnin his mouth
That's a that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an of 'dro, I want dough
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, shit has begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck what it wit'cha
twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
hustle nigga, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill bars

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

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