The Murderers

[Intro: Black Child] Word to God Y'all know who the fuck this is You know we would kidnap your kids You know what the fuck we do Murder bitch niggas like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggas could get it Act like y'all don't know [Verse 1: Black Child] In a world that's ice cold, Blacks die slowly Cats snatch rollies, gats and leave you holely My momma always told me: the streets will slow me down Daddy never showed me how heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feel With a clique that kills, yeah my shit's that real I hustle hard all my life, ran the streets all night My wife always said everything was gon' be alright And she was right, and that's one reason why I love her But everythin' she said went in one ear and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon' do? Hit the streets and hustle or pick up the heat and bust you I'm tryin' to eat like Russell, murder is my hustle You keep chasin' yesterday, you gon' miss tomorrow It's murder motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and your fake bitch, when the 8 spit You could feel the hatred, taste it You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now The 45'll calm you down, you under trauma now It's drama how a child will shut shit down Killin' niggas for the fuck of it, I'll get you touched for chips Fuck that shit, and fuck your whips, fuck you bitch You can just suck my dick [Chorus: Black Child] If you chasin' yesterday, you gon' miss tomorrow It's murder motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and your fake bitch When the 8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show love, we murderers (murderers) We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs And tell thugs live it up till yo time's up [Verse 2: Tah Murda] Yo yo, don't give a fuck if y'all niggas hate me Drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, I've been hittin' cribs And safes where the cake be I take three to the vest for the love of the dollar And put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla The same niggas that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit Armored tanks run in the bank and take all of it Player we're flawless, wit' nothin' to losin' Gun buttin' and bruisin' niggas, y'all can't live Funny shit about it, niggas wan' hit me, forget about it Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it I robbed and extort niggas two 3rd's of my life The other 3rd's spent slingin' on curbs, chasin' them birds If you ever get the urge to come try for test Then all in one day you get numb and lied to rest It's murda the only code to the ghetto It's murda, nigga hand me the bezel Or dance with the devil, guns rapidly spit Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the 6 I'm after the chips, nigga I'm tryna tell you You holdin' hammers and nail you Have you where the dogs couldn't smell you [Chorus: Black Child] If you chasin' yesterday, you gonna miss tomorrow It's murder motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the 8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show love, we murderers (murderers) We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs And tell thugs live it up till yo time's up [Verse 3: Ja Rule] Ja's a muthafuckin' problem Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him Put the lean on niggas the minute I spot 'em Who gettin' it, I got 'em nigga and gon' dot 'em To the cross in the road show 'em how them guns blow I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro Switchin' four lanes, top down with my eyes closed, got a death wish Money, drugs, and murderer shit What you want with this? We'll kidnap your kids Clap up your cribs, it's the murderers Who you know wit guns that kill shit just because? We them hot niggas Sell more records than Roc niggas I'ma lock it down for 6 months and shock niggas What's my name? J to A to R-U-L-E, with them hoes get between more sheets than Isley You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one Druggin', bitches, like heron The don be the Rule, if you're hot keep ice on your jewels Cop a Benz and 20-inch chromin' shoes I got nuttin' to lose but everythang to live for Thoroughbred demand and supply the raw I put my smack down from N.Y. to Chi-Town Incorporated murda spittin' 'em rounds You don't wanna hear how it sounds When we cock and flame It's murder and ain't shit gon' change, niggassssssss [Outro: Ja Rule] Uh, uh Motherfuckers Understand that Uh, uh Live and die for this, here, nigga It's murdaaaaaaaa Motherfucker Give it to 'em Raw like that Uh uh ALL MY MURDERERS ???? Ride out niggas Fuck the world You heard Murder Inc. niggas