[Tah Murdah]
Perminently dedicated to the street sh**
Creep the gat that spit quick
And f** with
k**ers who keep clips to heat sh**
When there's murder involved
There's a lot of n***as bluffin
Holdin an arsenal of guns and never bustin
Screamin at the top of they lungs but sayin nuthin
But I styrofoam lies with quiet and blaze nuthin
What the f** y'all want
Cowards we ain't cut from the same cloth
You a 5M6 n***a, I ride your b**h n***a
You f** with the wrong one this time
And I promise you
You be the next n***a they pay homage to
And they gonna find you somewhere in a vacant lot
With the garbage, I'm a murderer so I'm heartless
I drop the top on the CL420 as I
Swallow henny gettin, head from your hunnie
And before I let you hit me, I hit you
And split you, leavin you for the paramedics to get you
[Black Child]
When sh** gets ugly
It's back to the block f**in with them custies
We gonna lock sh** down
I'm a n***a so you know you can't trust me
When sh** gets ugly
We got b**hes that transport pounds
We gonna lock sh** down
Murder them n***as, murder them now
[Black Child]
I spit venomous murderous sh** with the inosence
Of a child, in the penal, foul and official
Futuristic, chick sh**, black big dick
From mistresses we roll triple sixes
Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies
They feel the energy like it's tenely
Murder's the remedy when the hennessy is in me
I'm unfriendly in the club where the women be
Sippin Italy, feelin me, k**in me, for the benji's
Not the broads in my bed
I can't front, I love them who*es that give me head
I like my presidents dead, and I can't stand the feds
I got mansions with saunas, while n***as on the corner
And laughin at the police when they can't find my burner
I like cars with a stash box, cash, and drop-top
I smash the block, n***a blast the cops
[Black Child]
When sh** gets ugly
It's back to the block f**in with them custies
We gonna lock sh** down
I'm a n***a so you know you can't trust me
When sh** gets ugly
We got b**hes that transport pounds
We gonna lock sh** down
Murder them n***as, murder them now
[Vita]
When sh** gets ugly, in the purse where the snub be
Murdererous b**h, give a f** if you hate or love me
Feel you above me, b**h but down inside
What chick you know hit strips and broke down fives
Cut family ties, so deep into my slug's eyes
an*lyze my crimes as I rise, and I
Solemly swear never to turn state
You right b**h
I'm a murder mommy for life
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, Yeah
May the lord be with n***as who shout my name in vain
I'm a Murderer motherf**er, you n***a loose change
I get head in the whip, probably from your b**h
Cuz she's a ho like yourself, and it's makin me sick
From the pimps, to the bulls like Don Bishop
I pimp on hoes religiously, shorty you hearin me
Good sense to keep a n***a in dark tints
But it won't stop the hollows comin throught the fence
Forget about it, gangsta sh** gets tense
An' You sounding like a h*mo n***a who ride dicks
Every joint you make got a name in your mouth
What you gobblin? nuts n***a?, with my posters out
n***a read about it
The Murderous I-N-C, courtesy of the n***a I. Gotti
n***a hear about it
From your hood to my hood, from my block to your block
f** around and get shot n***a
[Black Child]
When sh** gets ugly
It's back to the block f**in with them custies
We gonna lock sh** down
I'm a n***a so you know you can't trust me
When sh** gets ugly
We got b**hes that transport pounds
We gonna lock sh** down
Murder them n***as, murder them now