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Murder Inc
[Tah
motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme shit man)
Funk Flex
Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
[Black & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your 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 realer niggaz and we skrilla
So if you in the path or the cash, block 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 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 your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on chest
When you gasp for breathe away from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was slingin 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: Ronnie
you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down
Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since III+
I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming
Who the fuck what it wit'cha
twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer these bars

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

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and piss on you
That heat you spit, I spits 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 time I expose you
The over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the murderers take over
You but don't know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and the wet steps
I, mack blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz 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
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Funk nigga
Flex nigga