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Murder Inc
[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know what shit is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex
Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And money and murda all year
Yo nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred is deep all black we killers
but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the or blockin 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 your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome
Spit on some and shatted and tear your bones up
Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, 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 your and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the
Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my
make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters
means it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a nigga runnin his mouth
That's a that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm up of an ounce of 'dro, I want 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..
What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume
I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer these bars

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

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That you spit, I spits that too
Put in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that pops thangs
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause nigga I to know you
It's about I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take
You but don't know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks it
I'll asssassinate your character and think of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value life
Cause I'm a Murderer, 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
Funk nigga
Funk nigga