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

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Ride out niggas

Fuck the world

You heard

Murder Inc. niggas