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The Murderers

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Word to God, y'all know who the fuck this is

You know we would kidnap yo kidz

You know what the fuck we do

Murder bitch niggaz like youFor real, all the time, any place, anywhere

Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know

In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly

Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holyMy momma always told me the streetz will slow me down

Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down

So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills

Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all nightMy wife alwayz said everything was gonna be a-ait

And she was right and that's one reason why I love her

But everything she said went in one ear and out the other

Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of viewWhen the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?

Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you

I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle

But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrowIt's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit

You could feel the hatred, taste it

You high right now, you ain't ready to die right nowThe four five will calm you down, you under trauma now

It's drama how a child will shut shit down

Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips

Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch

You can just suck my dickIf you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch

When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it

It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers

We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz

And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopzYo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off

Where the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz

And safes where the cake be, I take three to the vest

For the love of the dollas I put that hot shit thru youAnd watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit

I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it

Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'

And brossen niggerz y'all can't liveFunny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it

Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it

I rob and stomp niggaz two third of my life

The other one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdzIf you ever get the urge to come by and try to test

There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest

It's murda the only code to the ghetto

It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzleAnd dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit

Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip

I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you

You're holdin' hammers and nails and

We have you where the dogz couldn't smell youIf you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch

When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it

It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers

We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz

And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopzJa's a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga think not, I'ma pop him

Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot 'em

Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone

Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blowI'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes

Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish

Money, drugz, and murderer shit

What you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kidsClap up yo crib, it's the murderaz

Who you know wit gunz that kill shit

Just because we're them hot niggerz

Sell mo records than rock niggazI'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?

J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than isley

You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin

The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your jewelsTo cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose

But everything to live for thorough bread demand and supply the raw

I put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz

You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flames

It's murda and ain't shit gon change niggazMotherfuckers understand that

Let the God be his here nigga smirloff

Motherfuckers

Oh my murdaraz

Murder INC niggers

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