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Murder Inc
[Tah
motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja
[Black & Tah Murdah]
put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash you feel us
A hundred mill is all black we killers
Nothing but the realer 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 party reckless you exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe away from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the
Killers me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters
Which means still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck what it wit'cha
Chrome on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch nigga, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these

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, gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs 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 ain't for crime
ain't built 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'
It's really the Rule nigga that pops them
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause nigga I to know you
It's about time I you
The world over, you niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take
You scared but know
Cause I like sendin my in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not they life
I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for
[Tah
My BJ
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Flex nigga
Funk nigga