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Murder Inc
[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know what shit is
over nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you us
A mill is deep all black 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 give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't
And all my nillas if you 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
Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be on your chest
When you for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through leather and vest
All my babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was twenties in the shade
Killers me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the gutters
Which means it's murda motherfucker
Ronnie Bumps]
Have you had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume
When I was un un un'nin, pussy coming
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a of ducks
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, right
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 up dead
drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so five mics
Fuck pigs, police, murda for life nigga

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