Murder Inc. Records - The Theme From Street Sweeper lyrics

[Tah Murdah] Yeah, what It's murda, uh Oh y'all n***as act like y'all still don't know Yeah, there's only one way to find out n***a It's catch one Murda, murda man Ronnie Bumps, Vita Ja Rule, Black Child O1 n***a [Tah Murdah] Yo We apply the pressure, and plus like Like Jigga and Big I love the dough For the chips, guns'll blow at the one that owe n***a me and my Murderers, one in the same If you a playa then I run in the game and put one in ya brain Where ever the dough be, n***a show me God be shootin hard like Kobe, y'all n***as know me For that green paper with white men Strickin like lightning, trifflin Most of my live's been heistin Precise when I follow the treasure map Never lack, forever stack, acumulate cheddar millions in benefact It involves not yo, let the Glock blow Hit em and split em and watch em dro slow Trying to stop or block though A half a brick from flock-o Have me gettin that rubberband at knott though Gettin head on yachts though I supply the row, while I fly in the Four-dot-six while the witch at top split When the Glock spit, y'all n***as better hit the deck Or grasp on your jugular when I hit your neck Started from ground zero now I'm up at the top And mamis be squintin on blocks when I pimp in the drop Son I been through a lot And still going through sh** And I ain't stoppin till there's thirty or more on my wrist You feel this, you feel this It's murda sh** n***a The motherf**in realest [Ronnie Bumps] Yeah, uh huh Word up n***as let us out the motherf**in cage The motherf**in Murderers Ronnie Bumps Y'all tryin to ban murda That sh** ain't goin down like that We in the motherf**in streets We gonna eat n***a Either the hard way or the raw way Huh, what, it's murda It's murda n***a [Ronnie Bumps] Motherf**er, I'm twenty eight grand from weedin up My gun bust, I'm callin for help and I can't get up It's the lust, back in the hood tellin lies again f** your squad, we n***as who'll murder your men Life ain't hard, you get what the f** you put in Spit at cars, do drive-bys in drop tops we in I like shine, cuz yours is mine and I'ma take it It's murda, Ronnie Bumps had to hustle to make it We bust n***as, and hold our guns up high And my gun that I touch, til the day that I die Ride with me, do drive-bys with me Flip for me, empty the whole clip for me Lean on em, make sure you hit em where they stay It's gangsta, we don't give a f** were you stay Gotta k** you know, should've k**ed you back then sh** happens, it's murda, clap the captain motherf**er [Ja Rule] Yo What the f**, is going on b**h a** n***as Tryin to ban the best sh** that ever motherf**in happen to rap Y'all n***as hear me It's murda Got my n***a Black locked the f** up f** y'all n***as [Ja Rule] n***as know The Rule pops bottles, gets drunk, and spits hollows In a five-double-o, wrist fros, and f**s models The platinum problem n***as dying to rid of What happened to the lid of, from murderous n***as It's either you with us or amongst them n***as that get punctured, and dumped and drowned or something It's all for nothing If you can't see and can't hear And ain't heard of murda