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I'm about to be on some real murder shit, eh.
I'm telling you man, any nigger that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money, or ever said any jelous bullshit about me is fuckin dead. You understand what the fuck I'm sayin', eh, they fuckin' dead. |
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(feat. Hussein Fatal, Caddillac Tah, James Gotti)
[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking] [woman - harmonizing in background] Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!) You's confused for a minute but here we are My nigga Cad in this motherfucker I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish bitch!) Ride out nigga Uh, yeah [Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)] The life, the life (the life, the life) The life, the life (the life, the life) The life, the life (the life, the life) [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number one it's cool, my new best friend is my pistol And anybody that want it or got jewels run it and end over your head, don't make me gun butt it Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell When you cookin up coke to sell It be the little statistics, some pictures, some prints Some informants to get the operation pitched We enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous" You don't want us to strap up and bang the strip But if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and Crips Styrofoam the noozles and extend the clips Murder meets gangsta shit And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga [Chorus #1 - Ja Rule] The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs [Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal] I'm the street's poster child I'm supposed to wile With the toast I'm foul My Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah style From here back to the block, they get that green Known to put a hole through a nigga's shoulder soon as the beam glow Probably graze you in the face, give me a break I'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I say Just let me say what I do Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crew And I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'em Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" nigga, glock and all this So believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the booth I told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this bitch Now I expose how scary you niggaz is And when you want the bis My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers Let the ... [Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah] Okay, motherfuckers when the bounce came to your waist and shells get to droppin you better duck, and get up poppin Don't get left with the cops Gangsta, yeah, put that work in Put a nigga dick in the dirt Lace shots to the face Hopin it shut case, John Doe Unidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly Now once with 45 nigga I had a picture on top of the coffin Murder Inc. bosses [Chorus #2 - Ja Rule] The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder [Verse 4 - James Gotti] Okay you hard as fuck but when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truck Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is here Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near Stampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract war If your smart you'll slide over like handicap doors I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot So when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lot Understand I'm the grimy Floy Wanna trip to death then try me for it Crazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese stores One step ahead of you, get more guys You strapped with four fours, we pack four fives Fuck talk get the chalk out You'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out [Verse 5 - Ja Rule] I'm in the pop life so when I pop up in your life, and I pop twice Get down, I spits more than rounds and niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they period This sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious" But nah I ain't Ludacris I'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this Gun butt your bitch That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder Clap a nigga, dipped and hide the burner The rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluid Until your limbs feel a loss of movement In the hospital in critical livin Must minimal (who done it?) it's Murder Yeah, that's subliminal Who gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon) Rule nigga you know it, these others cats is pitiful Bein a rap God is spiritual Your God is Ja Rule nigga let's not get it confused, haha [Chorus #2] The life, the life [echo] |
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Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones 헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군 All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! 내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어! You know! Yeah yeah ya know 알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아 It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? 진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! 니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house 하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에 Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! 내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?! Blackchild what up!?! Blackchild 안녕!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz 내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한 To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다 Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사 Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들 All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz 이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들 This shit commentated on the one's and two's! 이건 생중계도 되고 있다고! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? 모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때? This real shit we talking 우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것 I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) 일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! 다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back 반격, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real 나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기 I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill 니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어 Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest 내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로 Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves 난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지 The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay 우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀 They don't respect that, don't get your minds around 아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마 You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that 그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아? I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho 내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내 "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off 총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지 Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down 어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내 Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) 내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래 Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers 티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여 Let's make no mistakes, resents take place 실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군 When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely 상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아 But usually we still see your bitches 하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지 Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick 아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지 I can't handle it, lower their manners 어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어 To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance 엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지 Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant 질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인 These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang 이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지 Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic 여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지 The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted 이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마 I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom 난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생 And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam 소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어 I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem 난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해 Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어 Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지 It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs 더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸 Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up 마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네 I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads 난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어 The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" 목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians 크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해 But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions 허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네 And God gave me his blessings to handle my business 신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지 All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses 가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다 If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress 어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸 And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse 그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지" I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes 여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들 I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come 나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker 그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어 [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean 이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지? [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you 89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군 [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! 부숴버려! 부숴버려! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house 이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와 [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' 이젠 게임이 아냐 [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker Queens가 이 안에 있지 [Benzino] You know 알잖아 [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz 내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들 [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! 내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man 하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐 |
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[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah) All these people smile, but they won't me to frown Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds They will never ever take my crown (let's get to the song) Thinkin they know, but no man will touch Things gettin' better when I thought it would get worse Here comes an officer who askin' for a search Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first [Ja Rule Verse1] I know y'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass [Jamacian Talking And Shot's Fired] [Ja Rule Verse 2] I know y'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the massed I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass And if it's pussy we talkin' I come to smash em' Personal foul like cole, when I sexual harass em' Cause bitches want you beat it with passion Niggaz want to you to clip up and clap em' And hide the body like nuthin' happened Niggaz need to get they money and stick to rappin' Or end up like one of the Jackson's beware of your actions Cause you don't wanna meet that desert e' With that hair pin trigger so easy to squeeze And no matter how you cut me I'm always chesse Like "Black" said, It's a hundred niggaz, seventy degrees muthafucka' [Chorus] [Ja Rule Verse 3] You know they can't keep a real nigga down (no) Not what they niggaz can even wash up it's federal Comin and puttin snicthes on a pedestal, glorify Had to put niggaz in jail fo' life, ain't no blood in they eye But who, Ja' bless 'em with tha sizzla touch Thing's gettin better when they thought it would get worse I bomb first, and breath in the heat, knowin to hell I send em' And I ain't talkin' devils or demons, just be happy ya breathin And cowards go to hiccupin' and sneezin' leavin every soul cold, and bodies never a day old Drving down on a yayo and dump it, like fuck it Niggaz addict to hutslin, no one can ever be trusted who told the feds' to rush ya Why you fishin' in darken looking for sharks to wise Coast to coast man Just look around Rule' will never back down And y'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz) [Chorus w/Ja Talkin (Till chorus fades)] Yeah, Yeah, That's what the fuck I'm sayin.. Talk to 'em baby Tell theses niggaz, what these niggaz know? You know niggaz, no man touch this muthfucka right here (Ya hear me?) Niggaz going in they dreams to fuck with me, b Murder inc (shit) Holla Murder inc... yeah murder inc.. It's murder inc... we do this shit, we do this thang' This thang called... this thang we call drugs nigga in the booth... lyrically I get's the job done you know me baby Holla back, Rule |
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[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
First off fuck the snitch and that unit he claim Fuck Dre partial, and Eminem Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren Teacher be scared of death of them muderin' Niggaz that like to put holes through chins' In case y'all don't know about my savages They'll kidnap you kid's, put em over a bridge Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S you just lay down slow I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think "Big" as if I was wanted on deathrow We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit [Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child] [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin' [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha' [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die [Verse 2: Black Child] As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell If I lay banks down yayo going down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells "IG" nigga the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion We organized crime everybody's crying While all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin' Down the public, wanna polly about peace Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police And Black child is half man half beast And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin' Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin' When you dealin' with real gangstas that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man Whenever we see you we leaving you there And ain't no aftermath when our shot's flare Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't shit change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you with gonna jet the fuck off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the fuck off O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fuck off everybody know you block is buzzed off We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball Bangin on Crenshaw [Chorus X2] |
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Hello, hello people out there in the world of America!
This is your host, Bobby Creep. I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the scared, and famous. I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent! He's here with six bodyguards, and he has a bulletproof Humbee, Humvee excuse me, Humbee for bombproof that is. And I'm tellin' you, this car is amazing, you have to see it on the streets. It only comes in two colours, gunmetal and black. 50 has gunmetal. |
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(feat. Hussein Fatal)
[Intro Hussein Fatal] And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes" Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time You know gunning them down, Every thing like that Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga.. [Verse 1 Ja Rule] For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow' Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla" I kept it "Between Me And You" Cause that what real street niggaz do "Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized when will they realize I "Live It Up" cop tha coke sell it and re' it up I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize" from the "Thug Lovin" load the clip cock back the nine, open mouth shove it look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin' When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up Come on in and catch the angel that's all in Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with Blood in my eyes [Hussein Fatal Talking] That's what real niggaz do u know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know You draw yours, I draw mine Who ever get the drop that what it is The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo) [Verse 2 Ja Rule] Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I "DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know that Dre was a queer before And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of the game is that man , I guess this world need change so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many.. Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay) |
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| 3:37 |
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[DMX]
URRRRRRR Uh huh Y'all motherfuckers ready or what? Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what? I don't think you are I don't think so! They got my back against the building I'm the villian that's creeping around corners Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us We might be coming through, gunning through, running through So be careful what you do Or the slugs might come to you As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me I don't know whats wrong with me But it seems like since you heard of us Y'all niggas turning into murderers Couldn't fuck with a third of us Still against me And wanting to see me in the box Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X. Leave you Red like Foxx Ain't nothing funny about that I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you It's murda It's murda motherfuckers [Jay-Z] I take a squat then post up with the toast up I bring beef to a closure Know somethin? From cats stackin four-somes I'm loathesome I scream out fuck the world then I throw something Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad And our punks leave you gagged up in your car Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out What the fuck y'all want? Daddio with the calico Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you I hide you I before you X and Ja-Rule Death before dishonor now and prior to Boss man spy on you Conspire you Me die before you? You liar, you Niggas is dead off the hits I approve Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits Y'all niggas don't listen Whether in streets or in prison When we find them we twist them They fucking up missing Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda Murder incorporated It's murda In crime we all related It's murda See if y'all can take it [Ja Rule] I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves Through ya nine niggas Straight do or die niggas Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit X, Jigga, and Ja as expected Shot on the world and reflect it Niggas don't respect it So get it the worst way Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey Shot up in broad day Now everybody want you I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time It's murda Whenever you see blood It's murda Lay you down for the love That's us Leave the lights on Knife through your windpipe Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right You thinking it's alright But it ain't I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist Giving niggas facelifts and taking it While making you bleed And if I got a taste of the shit I'm taking more than you need It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug Who holding the heat? Who leaving niggas cold in the street? Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G. Niggas better watch me closely Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer Jigga, X, Ja niggas It's murda |
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| 14. |
| 5:09 |
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