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Murder Inc
[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know what this is
Take over nigga (gimme shit man)
Funk Flex
Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't 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 and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin
better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and
All my babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
Killers me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the gutters
Which means it's murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a nigga runnin his mouth
That's a that 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 niggaz who killed pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, walls out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, has just begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy second
Who the fuck what want it
Chrome twenties on a of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
hustle nigga, earn stripes
Me and gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya kill these bars

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I this bread
I sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna 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
ain't built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for nigga

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