0-1 - Rebels Symphony lyrics

(Someone Talking) Lights out n***as! (Huh) You clowns (Ha, Ha, Ha) The Murderers is here now The game has changed You know what I mean Nobody knows you anymore Your records make no sense You know what I mean I just want to know, all I want to do I just want to know, how does it feel Huh, let me know What it feel like, huh (Ja Rule) I know y'all n***as is, thinking of thoughts How y'all gon' catch the Rule It's, catch a dude and, send the feud But it won't do, cause now I got a crew n***a Black Child, Tah, Murda f**ing Inc. n***a O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater Or the f**ed up rental, or a hot two seater As long as the love with me Hoods will never forget me I could put raps in them, and shine up the city Like elected Frank Nitty, jot a Big Poppa For reasons of, we run up in a big truck and pop ya Midnight opera Over the wheels, slug body marks, and pop up (Tah Murdah) Seem like y'all n***as ain't never gon' learn Either you hitting, or the n***a getting hit Cause son, when I click and co*k, my sh** gon' pop And never been, a small n***a Always a score n***a That be up in your braud n***a You fraud n***a Cop yae, from far, but never raw n***as My A's and SK's will rob when it's war n***a Product and money So if you want fifteen, it's twenty And if you less than ten, I won't bend Or y'all n***as to run with it Gun busting, I done did it And anything else that come with it You don't want it If it's real, put the deal on it Stand up n***as will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them And that murder sh**, I'm still on it Murder for life Give a f** if you a accept it You better respect it, unless it's, one of my fam' members Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency Laying where the dirt be You dig this Better recover with some big sh** Or duck when this fifth spit (Someone Talking) Another question: Is you willing to die Just as much as you want to k**? (Black Child) I went from handcuff recovering Blowing up from bubbling Shot muscling All my checks doubled in f** tussling Word to God Got a hundred men, with guns and tems And we love Mack-10's Since the s**, got a n***a blushed with me Got a n***a wet Dropped the lex Copped the tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Don't know about the rest of you You f**ing with professionals Murderers, that will split your juggle up Motherf**er I'll cut ya And you think Tah touch ya Then we flip sh** with b**hes that ride all day And n***as that get head, on the highway And n***as hating To see Satin Or be played I'm gon' tell yo' ho, you in hell waiting While n***as on Earth Flossed like they first For what it's worth Murderers blast first (Someone Talking) n***as respect murder everywhere It's the streets Nobody's dancing in the streets Huh, the streets is ours man, murder (Vita) n***a, it's so hard to say good-bye I wonder why Take a sneak peak kissing herbs on a high Hah, I'm down for whatever, whenever Murderers stick together See Vita, be that chick to hard throb you n***a f** you, then rob you n***a A grimy braud, that will set you and wet you Leave you for my dogs to fetch you Tie you up and wet you Unless you, talking pacos again It don't matter The longer we spend, the longer we win And Gotti, showed me how to work these n***as ??? these n***as And hurt these n***as And I'll be there, when my n***as need bail Catch a body, take the stand, and won't tell T-tale, I flip wholesale retail Cheap, so you can get deep into this female (Someone Talking) Gangstas and hoes are together Don't let nobody tell you no different, man It's the beginning of time I love my b**hes Motherf**er it's on one When I come through, n***as run n***as know Equipped with guns, ya heard so You get plugged up and gutted out Found dead with a gun in your mouth Now what you talking about? Scold on these streets I'm involved with thugs, who carry heat To lift you off your feet The riding suite But when it's time to eat, the guns come n***a's b**h I'm like he don't want none of the Murderers