Murder Inc. Records - Murderers lyrics

[Black Child] Uh huh, we did it Motherf**er Somebody gotta do it It gotta get done, why not get it done with the gun? Word to god Yo yo yo [Chorus: Ja Rule] X2 Murderer, inside must be hollow k** us today or you'll have to k** us tomorrow Murderer, inside must be shallow How does it feel to take a life of another? [Black Child] It's murda and its not a game Y'all gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun Taking income, makin b**h n***as run The nine-one-one roll up n***a what We got the four pound tucked, the Porsche look plush n***as get f**in clapped and k**ed for flossin That probably why n***as get k**ed so often Nothin' to live for type a n***a I did a bid for Snitch b**h n***as that ain't built for war Is it because we ain't got no love for thugs And slugs for d**, the worlds most murderous Black Child, n***a you know how the f** I do Put two in you, then puff a blunt at your funeral I might touch yo' click and f** yo' b**h But you never heard a n***a spit sh** like this [Chorus] [Tah Murda] When I'm gunnin' I'm coming on dope sh** rubber grip Four sh** on the sawed off, blowin' the doors off the Range Rov' sh** Fo' sho' this, is somethin' we die for And my murderers I lie and fry for Murder man, when the sh** hit the fan The plan formulate, for instance, f** a percentage you need the all the cake Put the four to snakes make 'em lay for raw f** the game, cause n***a I don't play no more Size 'em up, nevermind if you ridin' tough Count 'em out 'til his eyes is puff, despising us I got hungry thugs that'll tie you up And they ain't got a problem with, snub nose revolver sh** We hard to hit, my mom's a Crip We thirsty n***as that'll rob ya b**h for the love of the chips So when I'm soaking the whip, y'all n***as keep hatin' Gotta stash where the heats placed in, paper I keep chasin' Motherf**er, uh uh [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Yo, yo Forever young this face k**s so many all die, n***a must I? Confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why? Would you ever disrespect my n***as We murderous engines that lead to lynchin's Index, itching, ready to run up and hit 'em Let the teflon spin 'em, they say "look how Ja did 'em" I a murderer, Inc'ed and blood you know you heard of us Murderers juts because we the shh Make a n***a much harder to hit with the ox We can take it back, give me five minutes in the box Or trade hot rocks 'til one of us drops Nothin but shells and you can hear the shot for blocks I'm giving 'em hell, while n***as steady hollerin' "stop" I spit sixteens with aim and continue to pop Motherf**ers, what'choo want with this sh** The murders I-N-C, n***a [Chorus]