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Murder Inc baby[Tah Murdah] |
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Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is |
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Take over nigga (gimme that shit man) |
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Funk Flex nigga |
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Murder Inc nigga |
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Tah Murdah, |
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Black Child, |
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C.B., O1And my nigga |
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Ja Rule[Black Child & Tah Murdah] |
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Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here |
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And it's money and murda all year |
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Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us |
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A hundred mill is deep all black we killers |
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Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla |
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So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast |
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Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck |
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This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit |
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And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it |
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Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked |
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Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up |
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Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up |
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We blow dro in the no-smoking sections |
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Toting weapons, smokin sessions |
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Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest |
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When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death |
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Remorseless, yeah never the less |
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When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest |
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All my 70's babies on |
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Henny and |
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HazeFeel me baby, |
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I was slingin twenties in the shade |
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Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave |
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Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray |
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I'm a Pov |
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City hustler, |
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I'm from the |
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Woodhull gutters |
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Which means it's still murda motherfucker[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps] |
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Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth |
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That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south |
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Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce |
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I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, |
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I want dough |
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And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all |
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Stop, wait, multiply the eight |
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Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one |
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Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun[C.B.] |
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What, what.. |
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What the fuck, been a menace since + |
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Volume III+ |
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When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming |
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Who the fuck what want it wit'cha |
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Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks |
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Sittin spittin fifty get wit me |
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Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes |
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Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right |
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Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog |
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I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars[O1] |
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As far as the dough go |
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I'm hungry, |
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I need this bread |
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I ain't sharin with none of y'all, |
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I'm killin niggaz instead |
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Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead |
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Hard drugs over the edge, |
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I'm out of my head |
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Y'all niggaz ready to die? |
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I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky |
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Niggaz ain't built for crime |
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Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics |
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Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga[Chorus][Ja Rule] |
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Motherfuckers, |
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I'm untearable and |
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I'll piss on you |
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That heat you spit, |
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I spits that too |
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Put three in you, match yo' name |
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It's really the |
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Rule nigga that pops them thangs |
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For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill |
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Cause nigga |
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I happen to know you |
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It's about time |
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I expose you |
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The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over |
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Get ready, the hostile murderers take over |
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You scared but don't know |
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Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps |
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I, mack cold blooded and bitches |
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I fucks love it |
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I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it |
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I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they life |
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Cause I'm a |
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Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die |
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I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they eyes |
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Funk Flex, |
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I-N-C, it's murda for life[Tah Murdah] |
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My nigga B |
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JRonnie Bumps |
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My nigga Pre |
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My nigga Dirty |
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Funk Flex nigga |
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Funk Flex nigga |
