The Inc. - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | The Inc. - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ja Rule |
| Artist | Black Child |
| Artist | Caddillac Tah |
| Album | Pain Is Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jeffrey Atkins & Ramel Gill & Tiheem Crocker & Irving Lorenzo & Marcus Vest | |
| 作词 : Atkins, Aurelius, Crocker ... | |
| Yo, that's right | |
| Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it | |
| Nah mean son? | |
| I GMurder | |
| INC.Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Yo, we go hard! | |
| Yeah, player not for nuttin' | |
| I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low | |
| Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe | |
| That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go | |
| Down to the bottom, chop up crack, playin' the blocks and | |
| Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well like | |
| StocktonPaper chasin', chasin' acres | |
| Operation get rich, take money over a bitch | |
| You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks | |
| Playin' hard in the porch, plush | |
| Young thuggin' and bossed up | |
| Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin' | |
| We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga | |
| Really is nothing, | |
| Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit | |
| Got the industry on romadon | |
| While we celebrate tastin' bottles of | |
| PerinonSo for life it's murder, ice burners, stacks and trucks | |
| We after bucks, mother ****er! | |
| Murder INC.'s the underdog, it's a blessin' to ball | |
| We learn a lesson from y'all, how not to fall | |
| Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery | |
| When Murder | |
| INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party | |
| What chu know about | |
| Ferrari or | |
| Cadillac Escalade | |
| Or bitches on | |
| Ecstasy, sexy | |
| Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks | |
| Throw it up, put it down for the streets | |
| Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this | |
| Hittin' hoes that's priceless in tight icebergs shit | |
| You can blame the drugs, it ain't gon' change to slugs | |
| A famous thug, pain is love, mother ****ers! | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Who would've thought, we get away with manslaughter | |
| Numerous cars, cribs off the water | |
| A playa no longer, life's gettin' shorter | |
| Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders | |
| The Rule don't condone this' | |
| Cause in the late '60's, man, this game was flawless | |
| Until blow got on the rise | |
| Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies | |
| But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag | |
| And we still fly birds | |
| L A X to Lag | |
| They roll caddies with white walls, we ride | |
| Benz with mags | |
| Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds | |
| Y D to O G, the game chose me | |
| R U L E the | |
| INC. and I | |
| GWe never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs | |
| Pain is love, it's murda | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit | |
| And every time we breathe, it's | |
| Murder I N | |
| CYou know it's love to thug, 'cause thug is in our blood | |
| And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit | |
| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit | |
| And every time we breathe, it's | |
| Murder I N | |
| CYou know it's love to thug, 'cause thug is in our blood | |
| And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| See what we do when we do | |
| What we do when we do it | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit |
| zuo qu : Jeffrey Atkins Ramel Gill Tiheem Crocker Irving Lorenzo Marcus Vest | |
| zuo ci : Atkins, Aurelius, Crocker ... | |
| Yo, that' s right | |
| Niggas just ain' t, doin' it how we doin' it | |
| Nah mean son? | |
| I GMurder | |
| INC. Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Yo, we go hard! | |
| Yeah, player not for nuttin' | |
| I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low | |
| Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe | |
| That' s for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go | |
| Down to the bottom, chop up crack, playin' the blocks and | |
| Still wouldn' t matter, push the rock well like | |
| StocktonPaper chasin', chasin' acres | |
| Operation get rich, take money over a bitch | |
| You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks | |
| Playin' hard in the porch, plush | |
| Young thuggin' and bossed up | |
| Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin' | |
| We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga | |
| Really is nothing, | |
| Murder killa, we crush ' em, shit | |
| Got the industry on romadon | |
| While we celebrate tastin' bottles of | |
| PerinonSo for life it' s murder, ice burners, stacks and trucks | |
| We after bucks, mother er! | |
| Murder INC.' s the underdog, it' s a blessin' to ball | |
| We learn a lesson from y' all, how not to fall | |
| Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery | |
| When Murder | |
| INC. drop albums, that' s when gangstas party | |
| What chu know about | |
| Ferrari or | |
| Cadillac Escalade | |
| Or bitches on | |
| Ecstasy, sexy | |
| Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks | |
| Throw it up, put it down for the streets | |
| Who wouldn' t fall in love, with a life like this | |
| Hittin' hoes that' s priceless in tight icebergs shit | |
| You can blame the drugs, it ain' t gon' change to slugs | |
| A famous thug, pain is love, mother ers! | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Who would' ve thought, we get away with manslaughter | |
| Numerous cars, cribs off the water | |
| A playa no longer, life' s gettin' shorter | |
| Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders | |
| The Rule don' t condone this' | |
| Cause in the late ' 60' s, man, this game was flawless | |
| Until blow got on the rise | |
| Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies | |
| But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag | |
| And we still fly birds | |
| L A X to Lag | |
| They roll caddies with white walls, we ride | |
| Benz with mags | |
| Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds | |
| Y D to O G, the game chose me | |
| R U L E the | |
| INC. and I | |
| GWe never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs | |
| Pain is love, it' s murda | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit | |
| And every time we breathe, it' s | |
| Murder I N | |
| CYou know it' s love to thug, ' cause thug is in our blood | |
| And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit | |
| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit | |
| And every time we breathe, it' s | |
| Murder I N | |
| CYou know it' s love to thug, ' cause thug is in our blood | |
| And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| See what we do when we do | |
| What we do when we do it | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit |
| zuò qǔ : Jeffrey Atkins Ramel Gill Tiheem Crocker Irving Lorenzo Marcus Vest | |
| zuò cí : Atkins, Aurelius, Crocker ... | |
| Yo, that' s right | |
| Niggas just ain' t, doin' it how we doin' it | |
| Nah mean son? | |
| I GMurder | |
| INC. Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Yo, we go hard! | |
| Yeah, player not for nuttin' | |
| I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low | |
| Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe | |
| That' s for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go | |
| Down to the bottom, chop up crack, playin' the blocks and | |
| Still wouldn' t matter, push the rock well like | |
| StocktonPaper chasin', chasin' acres | |
| Operation get rich, take money over a bitch | |
| You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks | |
| Playin' hard in the porch, plush | |
| Young thuggin' and bossed up | |
| Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin' | |
| We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga | |
| Really is nothing, | |
| Murder killa, we crush ' em, shit | |
| Got the industry on romadon | |
| While we celebrate tastin' bottles of | |
| PerinonSo for life it' s murder, ice burners, stacks and trucks | |
| We after bucks, mother er! | |
| Murder INC.' s the underdog, it' s a blessin' to ball | |
| We learn a lesson from y' all, how not to fall | |
| Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery | |
| When Murder | |
| INC. drop albums, that' s when gangstas party | |
| What chu know about | |
| Ferrari or | |
| Cadillac Escalade | |
| Or bitches on | |
| Ecstasy, sexy | |
| Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks | |
| Throw it up, put it down for the streets | |
| Who wouldn' t fall in love, with a life like this | |
| Hittin' hoes that' s priceless in tight icebergs shit | |
| You can blame the drugs, it ain' t gon' change to slugs | |
| A famous thug, pain is love, mother ers! | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Who would' ve thought, we get away with manslaughter | |
| Numerous cars, cribs off the water | |
| A playa no longer, life' s gettin' shorter | |
| Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders | |
| The Rule don' t condone this' | |
| Cause in the late ' 60' s, man, this game was flawless | |
| Until blow got on the rise | |
| Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies | |
| But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag | |
| And we still fly birds | |
| L A X to Lag | |
| They roll caddies with white walls, we ride | |
| Benz with mags | |
| Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds | |
| Y D to O G, the game chose me | |
| R U L E the | |
| INC. and I | |
| GWe never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs | |
| Pain is love, it' s murda | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| Murder INC. | |
| Takin' flight | |
| We go hard | |
| Betta get it right | |
| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit | |
| And every time we breathe, it' s | |
| Murder I N | |
| CYou know it' s love to thug, ' cause thug is in our blood | |
| And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit | |
| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit | |
| And every time we breathe, it' s | |
| Murder I N | |
| CYou know it' s love to thug, ' cause thug is in our blood | |
| And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit | |
| See what we do when we do | |
| What we do when we do it | |
| Stay on that gangsta shit |
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