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Murder Inc
Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know what this is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Flex nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
[Black Child & Tah
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 mill is all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we skrilla
So if you in the path or the cash, block and we blast
nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we reckless you can't exit
And all my if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be on your chest
When you gasp for minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
Which means still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
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 ounce of 'dro, I dough
And the same niggaz who killed pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
Feelin the hate, walls 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 want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch nigga, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, 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 of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
Hard over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, be dead in the sky
ain't built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm and I'll piss 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, it's in my bloodline to kill
nigga 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 know
Cause I like my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks it
I'll asssassinate your and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, must not value they life
I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life
[Tah
My BJ
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Flex nigga
Funk Flex