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Murder Inc
[Tah
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 Child & Tah
put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A hundred mill is all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, and we blast
Bitch throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
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 hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, it and bounce
I'm up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
Feelin the hate, walls out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy coming
Who the fuck what want it
Chrome twenties on a squad of
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer these 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 gonna up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
Y'all ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck mics
Fuck pigs, police, murda 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
really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause nigga I 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, cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, must not value they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's for life
[Tah
My BJ
Bumps
My Pre
My Dirty
Funk Flex
Funk nigga