Freestyle II [Invasion II]

[Intro]

These faggot ass niggas

Ayo, Buck, word to mother

Yo, they had young Malcolm silenced too long, baby

They can't fucking hold me down, nigga

What the fuck these niggas thought

It's the I-N-C, nigga

It's Murder

M-I-B nigga

Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers

Ja Rule, haha

Ayo Buck

Turn this shit up in my motherfucking headphones

Turn me up niggas

Fuck these faggots, haha

It's real nigga, yeah

It's real nigga (ayo, word to mother)

(Fuck you, Loose Change, you faggot)

Yeah, (Feminem, I'ma slap the shit out you, bitch)

Murder Inc., niggas

[Verse 1]

How many niggas hold they heat like Rule

Sidearm, barrel in mouth to blow your head out to the south

And let little J get to airing you out

And if there's any change left

I toss you on down to the west

And let (westside) Tha Row ride down on ya

California Love is what you crave, so on you grave

It's gonna read: "Here lie 50, who snitched on many

That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny"

And Murder Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies

To Aftermath and Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine

Ya know your team they really some peons

Gettin peed on and linked on

I'm talkin' about faggot ass gay Dre Young

And Suge told me all about how you used to take transvestites home

And occasionally wear thongs

No wonder Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps and tight little dresses

My pumps they leave big messes

And I know the Truth Hurts when I bust reckless

Battle of the sexes, is that a woman or a man?

I really don't care to stand, but 50 you gon' get shot again

By the M-U-R-E-D-R Inc

I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blings

And these Fed's can't discuss 'em

'Cause Lighty's violatin' us, usin' his powderpuff (fuck you, Lighty)

Cryin' bitch to Russell like

[Verse 2]

They shootin', ah Chris ya shook

And got Bus' rhymin' the same old hook

Like, they shootin', I ain't shoot up ya Land

I oughta put ya in the coroner van

Like my nigga Jada-muah!

The dandruff Vanquish should be the get away car

When I clap at your broads

And Em, what's the durag for?

You never gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain

But you could become the first white rapper slain

Just get yo' money, man

The Inc. is runnin' thangs, hideout with Loose Change

And you nigga, I'ma send you to mommy

With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body

And Dre, your day's comin' too, 'cause I got a team of misfits

That squat and handle they business

'Cause, I'm shootin', at all y'all niggas

And Lil' Mo, you just one of them bitches

That ain't had a hot song in how long, never

Your better off with a dick in your mouth, just shut up

Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead

And Kim is a known slut

So what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up?

[Outro]

Murder! Y'all know what it is

Murder! Y'all know what it be

Murder! Y'all know what it is

Murder! I-N-C

[Ja Rule Hot 97 Clip]

You understand what I'm sellin', you understand what I'm sayin'? and the, and the reason bein'

Is because he's a f**kin' bitch, this is how bitches act, you understand?

I known you for years ni**a, you ain't never been a threat to anybody your pu**y, and I know it and everybody who knows you knows it and you know it, so...