Murder Inc baby[Tah Murdah] Y'all mother*******s know what this *************t is Take over ************* (gimme that *************t man) Funk Flex ************* Murder Inc ************* Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1And my ************* Ja Rule[Black Child & Tah Murdah] Yeah put your mother****** fingers in the air, we here And it's money and murda all year Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us A hundred mill is deep all black we killers Nothing but the realer *************z and we after skrilla So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast ************* ************* throw em up, we still don't give a ************* This is Flex *************t we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it Throw your guns up, throw em up, and ************* keepin the chome tucked Spit on some *************t and shatted and tear your bones up Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up We blow dro in the no-smoking sections Toting weapons, smokin sessions ************* better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death Remorseless, yeah never the less When I spit *************t'll rip through your leather and vest All my 70's babies on Henny and HazeFeel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade Killers hate me, *************z wanna see me in my grave *************z make me, wanna grab the milly and spray I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters Which means it's still murda mother*******[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps] Have you ever had a ************* ************* runnin his mouth That's a ************* that you kill, let him die down south Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough And the same *************z who killed your pops, kill em all Stop, wait, multiply the eight Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one Proper, killer, copper, *************t has just begun[C.B.] What, what.. What the *************, been a menace since + Volume III+ When I was un un un'nin, ************* second coming Who the ************* what want it wit'cha Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks Sittin spittin fifty get wit me ************* hustle *************, earn stripes Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog I get in ya, ************* a stage, ya murderer kill these bars[O1] As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin *************z instead Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head Y'all *************z ready to die? I'm layin *************z down flat, you'll be dead in the sky *************z ain't built for crime *************z ain't built for street life, so ************* five mics ************* pigs, ************* police, murda for life *************[Chorus][Ja Rule] Mother*******s, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you That heat you spit, I spits that too Put three in you, match yo' name It's really the Rule ************* that pops them thangs For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill Cause ************* I happen to know you It's about time I expose you The world over, you fraudulent *************z it's all over Get ready, the hostile murderers take over You scared but don't know Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps I, mack cold blooded and ******* I ******* love it I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it I'm a Murderer, *************z must not value they life Cause I'm a Murderer, *************z best be ready to die I'm a Murderer, *************z scared it's all in they eyes Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life[Tah Murdah] My ************* B JRonnie Bumps My ************* Pre My ************* Dirty Funk Flex ************* Funk Flex *************
Murder Inc baby[Tah Murdah] Y'all mother*******s know what this *************t is Take over ************* (gimme that *************t man) Funk Flex ************* Murder Inc ************* Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1And my ************* Ja Rule[Black Child & Tah Murdah] Yeah put your mother****** fingers in the air, we here And it's money and murda all year Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us A hundred mill is deep all black we killers Nothing but the realer *************z and we after skrilla So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast ************* ************* throw em up, we still don't give a ************* This is Flex *************t we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it Throw your guns up, throw em up, and ************* keepin the chome tucked Spit on some *************t and shatted and tear your bones up Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up We blow dro in the no-smoking sections Toting weapons, smokin sessions ************* better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death Remorseless, yeah never the less When I spit *************t'll rip through your leather and vest All my 70's babies on Henny and HazeFeel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade Killers hate me, *************z wanna see me in my grave *************z make me, wanna grab the milly and spray I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters Which means it's still murda mother*******[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps] Have you ever had a ************* ************* runnin his mouth That's a ************* that you kill, let him die down south Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough And the same *************z who killed your pops, kill em all Stop, wait, multiply the eight Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one Proper, killer, copper, *************t has just begun[C.B.] What, what.. What the *************, been a menace since + Volume III+ When I was un un un'nin, ************* second coming Who the ************* what want it wit'cha Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks Sittin spittin fifty get wit me ************* hustle *************, earn stripes Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog I get in ya, ************* a stage, ya murderer kill these bars[O1] As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin *************z instead Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head Y'all *************z ready to die? I'm layin *************z down flat, you'll be dead in the sky *************z ain't built for crime *************z ain't built for street life, so ************* five mics ************* pigs, ************* police, murda for life *************[Chorus][Ja Rule] Mother*******s, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you That heat you spit, I spits that too Put three in you, match yo' name It's really the Rule ************* that pops them thangs For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill Cause ************* I happen to know you It's about time I expose you The world over, you fraudulent *************z it's all over Get ready, the hostile murderers take over You scared but don't know Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps I, mack cold blooded and ******* I ******* love it I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it I'm a Murderer, *************z must not value they life Cause I'm a Murderer, *************z best be ready to die I'm a Murderer, *************z scared it's all in they eyes Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life[Tah Murdah] My ************* B JRonnie Bumps My ************* Pre My ************* Dirty Funk Flex ************* Funk Flex *************
