[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
First off, f** the snitch and that Unit he claim
f** Dre partial, and Eminem
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waitin' for that thug sh** from Rule again
And "Proof" can bomb proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your chill-dren
You should be scared of d**h of them murderin'
n***as who like to put lil' holes thorugh kids'
In case y'all ain't heard about my savages
They'll kidnap yo kids throw em' over a bridge
Got em' reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just, lay down slow
I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go
I think "BIG" as if I was wanted on "d**h Row"
We the world famous, Murder Inc. we infamous
Fo' making bangers and, and bangin hammers sh**
[Chrous- Ja Rule And Black Child]
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' n***as from breathin, poppin n***as then leavin'
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha'
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
[Verse 2: Black Child]
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats
I think about these s**y rappers that I wanna clap
I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay banks down yayo going down
Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells
"IG" n***a the boss of all bosses
Making money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
n***a you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying when the irons start flyin'
Down the public, wanna polly about peace
Well f** peace cause this n***a half police
And Black child is half man half beast
And I'm a give all ya'll n***as a half a clip a piece
[Chrous]
[Verse 3: Young Merc]
It's time to address the public
n***as is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin'
When you dealin' with real gangstas
That a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you there
And ain't no Aftermath when our shot's flare
n***a we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's
And ain't sh** change
I still keep a bandana and pack gun's n***a
[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons]
You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off
And everybody you with gonna jet the f** off
You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the f** off
O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the f** off
Everybody know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball
Bangin on Crenshaw
[Chrous X2]