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Murder Inc
Murdah]
Y'all know what this shit is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Funk nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
And it's money and all year
Yo nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, 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 to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the
Killers me, niggaz 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 motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie
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, spit it and
I'm druged up of an of 'dro, I want dough
And the same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just
[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
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and Chi-ha a turnpike, turn right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need bread
I sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be 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
heat you spit, I spits that too
Put in you, match yo' name
really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause I happen to know you
It's about I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all
Get ready, the hostile murderers over
You scared but don't
Cause I like sendin my in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and think of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not they life
I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, murda for life
Murdah]
My BJ
Bumps
My Pre
My Dirty
Funk nigga
Funk Flex