| Urr, uh huh | |
| Y'all mother****ers ready or what? | |
| Is y'all mother****ers ready or what? | |
| I don't think you are, | |
| I don't think so | |
| They got my back against the buildin' | |
| I'm the villain that's creepin' around corners | |
| Like Shorty you see them niggas creepin' around, warn us | |
| We might be comin' through, gunnin' through, runnin' through | |
| So be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you | |
| As long as | |
| I can remember, 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 ****in' dog bit me | |
| I don't know what's wrong with me | |
| But it seems like since you heard of us | |
| Y'all niggas turnin' into murderers | |
| Couldn't **** with a third of us | |
| Still against me and wantin' to see me in the box | |
| Grillin' me all crazy when you see me and the | |
| L.O.X.Leave you | |
| Red like Foxx, ain't nothin' funny about that | |
| I see you in a coma, ain't comin' up out that | |
| You hold on for too long | |
| And they ain't pullin' the plug for you | |
| I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you | |
| It's murda, it's murda mother****ers | |
| I take a squat then post up with the toast up | |
| I brin' beef to a closure, know somethin'? | |
| From cats stackin' four-somes | |
| I'm loathsome | |
| I scream out **** the world then | |
| I throw somethin' | |
| Niggas schemin' hard but **** it, it's the | |
| GodI leave bullets lodged leave you leanin' on your broad | |
| And our punks leave you gagged up in your car | |
| Slumpin' Kennedy-style with your memory out | |
| What the **** y'all want? | |
| Daddio with the calico | |
| Let the gaty blow leave you bleedin' on your patio | |
| I leave rivals on their backs lookin' 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**** 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 ****in' up missin' | |
| 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 | |
| I'ma murderer and murderin' anythin' 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 | |
| **** with the wolves you get hunted like prey | |
| Shot up in broad day, now everybody want you | |
| I'm feelin' 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 thinkin' it's alright, but it ain't | |
| I'm paralyzin' clowns up and down from the waist | |
| Givin' niggas face lifts and takin' it | |
| While makin' you bleed | |
| And if I got a taste of the shit | |
| I'm takin' more than you need | |
| It's nothin' but love between me, you, and these slugs | |
| Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug | |
| Who holdin' the heat? | |
| Who leavin' 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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