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Murder Inc
[Tah
motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Flex nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all
Yo nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we
Nothing but the niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you to win it like we in it
your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your
When you for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my
Niggaz make me, grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
Which means still murda motherfucker
Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die south
Get in there, catch the body, it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, has just begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy coming
Who the what want it wit'cha
Chrome on a squad of ducks
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill bars

As far as the go I'm hungry, I need this bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz
Poppin lead, somebody's wind up dead
drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to
I'm layin niggaz flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't for crime
Niggaz ain't for street life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, police, murda for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm and I'll piss on you
heat you spit, I spits that too
Put three in you, match yo'
really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause I happen to know you
It's about I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all
Get ready, the hostile take over
You scared but don't
Cause I sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz 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
Bumps
My Pre
My Dirty
Flex nigga
Funk nigga