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Murder Inc
Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers what this shit is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
[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 is deep all black 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 still 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 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 sections
weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on and Haze
me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
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
means it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down
Get in there, catch the body, it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I dough
And the niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck what want it
Chrome twenties on a squad of
spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha a turnpike, turn right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, a stage, ya murderer kill these bars

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

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That heat you spit, I that too
Put in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule 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 take
You scared but don't
Cause I sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold and bitches I fucks love it
asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's for life
[Tah
My BJ
Bumps
My Pre
My nigga
Funk Flex
Funk nigga