[intro: Whut the Niggaz, ready for this Bitches, ready for this Ha, alright. let's
1: jah rule] I'm startin' to You know, That's what wit do do, yo Red means stop, green go now I see green You wanna Oh no What are you nigga, friend or foe Don't fuck wit me, or Nigga, the fuck, are you crazy Can't dat shit, tryin' act swayze be better off lazy So shut the fuck up now, and maybe Murder i-n-c will show first b We don't fuck dem, uninterested niggaz You know who I'm talkin Those niggaz that to bust out as our first joint came out Holla holla, if I could a dolla For every nigga hated me soon as i-n-c was on blaze But I don't a fuck I not a flying fuck Ja rule, murder i-n-c, make ya say whut
jay-z, ja rule, and dmx] The i-n-c nigga you and me Fuck Catch bullet me Cause ain't no fuckin' around Whenever the i-n-c is in [3x]
2: dmx] (dog growling, barking) D-m-x, my gonna bite you Gonna fuck you up, cause they like to How the fuck you gonna fuck wit' organized crime God damn, we live what we in every fuckin' rhyme Yo, ja (what the deal, x? ) Here's a twenty, go get me a fuckin' Now, back to this murder Light my fuse, my teeth begin to Party my crew, fuck you You playin' wit no screw, or a smack Cause when I attack, I never back Anything bad I do or say, cause yo shit is wack And I just luv when you niggaz your whole crew It's just sme beef to stick you to And you, now it's plain to see, It ain't to smart fuckin' wit' i-n-c
[verse 3: Dem niggaz ain't For dis shit we Got nigga scared Cause of all the fuckin' shit we shared And don't none of niggaz Wanna around We're never gonna find a common Many wanna know, does murder sound like this We're three hip-hop But, we don't give no muney, we give a fuck so... When the light is time to go I don't care who you You still payin' price, to our show Fuck no, I won't give 'em to you or with a discount yo You ain't gettin' nada us Cause niggaz always get a lotta money us ain't the thug way Nigga, try and play the fuck up, are you gay No Well It's to say Final And one more thing, this shit I rapped about And of it are lies Next step is to in, fuck your boo I'm through All she'll be able to say is whut jigga who And ask her who her man is She'll you She'll put her finga on the Pull and yell my nigga