[Intro: Irv Gotti]
Ohhhhhhh shit
Fuckin' with me
**Gun shot sounds**
[Verse 1: Tah Murdah]
Permanently dedicated to the street shit
Creep the gat that spit quick and fuck with
Killers who keep clips to heat shit
When there's murder involved
There's a lot of niggas bluffin'
Holdin' an arsenal of guns and never bustin'
Screamin' at the top of they lungs but sayin' nuthin'
But I styrofoam lies with quiet and blaze nuthin'
What the fuck y'all want
Cowards we ain't cut from the same cloth
You a 5M6 nigga, I ride your bitch nigga
You fuck with the wrong one this time
And I promise you
You be the next nigga they pay homage to
And they gonna find you somewhere in a vacant lot
With the garbage, I'm a murderer so I'm heartless
I drop the top on the CL420 as I
Swallow Henny, gettin' head from your hunnie
And before I let you hit me, I hit you
And split you, leavin' you for the paramedics to get you
[Chorus: Tah Murdah & Black Child]
When shit gets ugly
It's back to the block fuckin with them custies
We gonna lock shit down
I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me
When shit gets ugly
We got bitches that transport pounds
We gonna lock shit down
Murder them niggas, murder them now
[Verse 2: Black Child]
I spit venomous murderous shit with the innocence
Of a child, in the penal, foul, and official
Futuristic, chick shit, black big dick
From mistresses, we roll triple sixes
That's back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies
They feel the energy like it's ten of me
Murder's the remedy when the henny's in me
I'm unfriendly in the club where the women be
Sippin Italy, feelin' me, killin' me, for the Benji's
Not the broads in my bed
I can't front, I love them whores that give me head
I like my presidents dead, and I can't stand the feds
I got mansions with saunas, while niggas on the corner
And laughin' at the police when they can't find my burner
I like cars with a stash box, cash, and drop-top
I smash the block, nigga blast the cops
[Chorus: Tah Murdah & Black Child]
When shit gets ugly
It's back to the block fuckin with them custies
We gonna lock shit down
I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me
When shit gets ugly
We got bitches that transport pounds
We gonna lock shit down
Murder them niggas, murder them now
[Verse 3: Vita]
When shit gets ugly, in the purse where the snub be
Murderous bitch, give a fuck if you hate or love me
Feel you above me, bitch but down inside
What chick you know hit strips and broke down fives
Cut family ties, so deep into my slug's eyes
Analyze my crimes as I rise, and I
Solemnly swear to never turn state
You right bitch
I'm a murder mommy for life
[Verse 4: Ja Rule]
Yeah, Yeah
May the lord be with niggas who shout my name in vain
I'm a Murderer motherfucker, you nigga, loose change
I get head in the whip, probably from your bitch
Cause she's a ho like yourself, and it's makin' me sick
From the pimps that cue the pulpit like Don Bishop
I pimp on hoes religiously, shorty are you hearin' me
Good sense to keep a nigga in dark tints
But it won't stop the hollows comin' through the fence
Forget about it, gangsta shit get intense
And you soundin' like a homo nigga who ride dicks
Every joint you make got a name in your mouth
What you gobblin' nuts nigga, with my posters out
Nigga read about it
The Murderous I.N.C., courtesy of the nigga I. Gotti
Nigga hear about it
From your hood to my hood, from my block to your block
Fuck around and get shot, nigga
[Chorus: Tah Murdah & Black Child]
When shit gets ugly
It's back to the block fuckin with them custies
We gonna lock shit down
I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me
When shit gets ugly
We got bitches that transport pounds
We gonna lock shit down
Murder them niggas, murder them now
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