* uncredited, but Charli Baltimore
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[Tah Y'all know what this shit is over nigga (gimme that shit man) Funk Flex Murder Inc Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1 And my nigga Ja
[Black & 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, cash you feel us A hundred mill is 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 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 willin to win it 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 sittin on dubs, chromed up We dro in the no-smoking sections weapons, smokin sessions Nigga better respect it or the be pressing on your chest When you gasp for breathe minutes away from Remorseless, yeah never the When I spit shit'll rip through leather and vest All my 70's babies on and Haze me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave make me, wanna grab the milly and spray I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters Which it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie Have you ever had a pussy nigga his mouth That's a nigga you kill, let him die down south Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce 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 begun
[C.B.] What, what.. the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+ When I was un un un'nin, pussy second Who the fuck what want it 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 kill these bars
As far as the go I'm hungry, I need this bread I sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead Poppin lead, gonna wind up dead Hard 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 ain't built for Niggaz ain't built for street life, so five mics Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life
[Ja Motherfuckers, I'm and I'll piss on you That heat you spit, I spits too Put three in you, match yo' really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs For real, it's in my ready to kill Cause nigga I happen to you It's about I expose you The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all Get ready, the hostile murderers over You scared but know Cause I like my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps I, mack cold blooded and bitches I love it I'll your character and think nothin of it I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value life Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be to die I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's for life
Murdah] My BJ Ronnie My Pre My nigga Flex nigga Funk Flex