1.Tales from the Darkside
Lyricist：J Carpenter, I Lorenzo, R Mays, E Simmons
And now, the tale from the darkside
Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas
What the flow is all about
Huh, it's about this
Anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you feel me？ Fifty-fifty
Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight？
If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin' sweet
Bitch ass niggas think it's all about Versace
A week later them niggas talkin' about
(Yo, X got me)
I thought he was my man but he act like he ain't know me
I knew he had the joint but I didn't wanna make him show me
That nigga be buggin', stickin' cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin' like the phantom
Niggas can't stand him but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there
And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time
That's why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
And that's mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have even done it, that's what made this shit
sad
I'm doin' bad but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it
And that's how real it gets when this shit
(Hits the fan)
You still tryin' to get the man, first catch up with the man
Then we gon' see what'choo made of
If your shit ain't pumpin' Kool-Aid, what you afraid of？
The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies mother missin' for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the bitch covered and the smells sick'nen
Plastic, don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong
And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on
Keep getting' my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo
Keep dwellin' on it, and it's gonna get stuck with you
Niggas try their luck with you 'cuz they smell ass
And money, if you pussy I'm gonna be able to tell fast
Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin' spree and ain't no stoppin' me
On this real, that's why a nigga stay writin'
'Cuz kid, this shit is real, what you think we play fightin
You must of saw som'thin funny or never saw som'thin bloody
Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy
Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas
I done told you niggas that I been owed you niggas
For that shit you did that you wasn't built for
Shit, I guess you didnt know you do get killed for
I done filled niggas up with the extended clip
It's like I blew this joint down with the extended rip
Or that non-stop when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to Comstock, niggas getting' bust wild
Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't been done
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his
face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth
Motherfucker
2.Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight
Lyricist：Dave Bing, Irv Gotti, Cynthia Loving, Robert Mays
Some gangsta shit, hit me
Queens, nigga, Murder Inc. shit
Black ground, nigga, Dave Bing shit
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
Somebody's gonna bleed tonight
My nigga's gonna to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
You better bring the best 16 when you fuckin' with Bing
You could try to be smooth in between an' you can scream
Sound whack, the crowd won't bounce to that
An' you be fuckin' up the groove
Changin' the mood an' that's rude
An' my thugs wanna eat your food
Drink your milk shake, after that shit in your face
An' let your bitch know you been a bomb from the git go
The day you blow, Shaq make all his free throws
Let him throw a finger fuckin', fast or slow
Even put it in your ass if you tell me so
Toe to toe, you can lose your deal an' your hoe
Now it's hard to pay your carton note an' buy you some smoke
Seen your man is convensary now, he startin' to worry
Sayin', â½Stay away from Bing an' 118
They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground
An' your really lucky if you only got a beat downâ
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
Somebody's gonna bleed tonight
My nigga's gonna to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda, motherfuckers
Confidential, you need a whole lot of it
To bang with Bing in two bars, I can spoil your dream
Get mean？ That could lead to things
Like me comin' for you in the middle of the night
With all black on, all you can see is the red light
The fo'-fo' special got you hopin', God bless you
Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets start the catch you
Games over, soldier, don't you see the fuckin' Range Rover？
With Bing in it, 10 more, 12th an' 118 in it
I started rappin' 'coz there's cream in it
But I still keep the crack, how for 5 or 6 fiends in it
A ring with the bling, bling in it
An' my brand new truck, bitches like the way I lean in it
Stop at the Stome, leave the keys in it
Dare you to leave in it, Bing'll make you believe in it
You've got a gut, put some trees in it
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
Somebody's gonna bleed tonight
My nigga's gonna to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda, motherfuckers
Need a hard rock between your legs, I see the red spot
Thug knot, all it takes is one shot to make your head rock
Take you out your spot
While in the Woodstock, ask about Bing on the block
Fuck the cop, sell crack in blue top
Niggaz the size of dimes, y'all cowards must be outta ya mind
Thinkin' that Dave Bing won't shine
This ain't the first time I cut head wrong with
Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the coke
Bought a quarter pound of weed an' let the whole block choke
Stuck the nine out, stuck it down the bitch nigga throat
When it was least expected, made him get buck naked on the floor
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
Somebody's gonna bleed tonight
My nigga's gonna to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's gonna die tonight
Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda
Somebody's gonna bleed tonight
My nigga's gonna to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Coz it's murda, murda, motherfucker
Take it to the states, nigga
Murder Inc. shit, 118 shit
Queens shit, nigga, 52 state
See, see, see, see motherfucker, see Gotti, nigga
3.Dem Niggaz
Lyricist：Jeffrey Atkins, Tiheem Crocker, Vyshonne Gadson, R Gill,
Ramel Gill, Irving Lorenzo, L Rayner
Yo, y'all niggaz don't know but we about to fuckin' let y'all
know
You gonna get a motherfuckin' up close interview
With the motherfuckin' murderers
Niggaz is gonna let y'all know about us, The Murderers
I'm that nigga that just came home from jail
I'm that nigga that's black as hell
I'm that nigga that don't give a fuck, I'm foul
I'm a murderer motherfucker, Black Child
I'm that balse bitch that'll scheme on your man
I'm that evil bitch that'll fuck up your plans
I'm so dangerous you can't fuck with this bitch
Vita, murda mistress
Yo, see I'm that nigga that'll hit 'em for dope
And I'm that nigga to bust a 4 and crush the rows
See I'm that nigga that'll kick in your door
And duct tape you, leave you unaware of where we take you
I'm that revolver spittin', the barrel turnin'
Hard headed nigga who never learned it but guns stay burnin'
And I'm that nigga the quick feds heard of
Quick clip inserta, bitch, Tah slash Murdah
Who that nigga Tah Murdah from Murder Inc？
Oh, you that nigga killin' niggaz before they blink
Shot that nigga, you know me？ I don't think
Just spit it and get acquitted and blow 'em outta sink
Black Child, a nigga from across the way
(Oh yeah, I heard of you nigga)
Let the torred spray, okay
Poke holes in niggaz like OJ
With this gun play, niggaz we blow 'em away
Hey, we that nigga J to A to R U L E, probably
Up in the broad on Broadway
(All day)
Herbs who learn the hard way
While y'all bitches pull late
We bring it any and every way
Motherfucker who you dealin' with that nigga
Platinum in three weeks, I'm that nigga
Can I get a holla holla, my nigga？
Run up in hoes, possibly yours, I'm that nigga
Pain ain't something I fear, I swear niggaz
I'ma clap up barely in air 'cause I'm that nigga
Movies, yeah baby, I'm that nigga
Portrayin' all the murderers and drug dealers
See I'm that nigga for life, fuck with a J to A
Come on, now you know me, nigga
4.We Getting High Tonight
Lyricist：J Atkins, T Crocker, Robert Dukes, Ramel Gill, Eddie Levert,
Irving Lorenzo, R Mays, Richard Wilson
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin' high
Ya feel it？ This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit word to God, listen
I gotta unconditional love for sex money and drugs
Bitches who strip in clubs, get hit with dick from thugs
Sweet thing, my dick is thick like sugar cane
Give me brain 'til my heads shrink' an
If you drink' an, I'm think' an
About coppin' you a mink an' in the pink Lincoln
Bitches wanna navigator, having alligators
When you my bitch you get to ride my dick
And drive my six, I have you high as shit
It ain't no secret, that I stay on creep shit
Sweetness, my weakness is freak shit
Black Child, we busting billion dollar babies
For Lexus's my lady, we name daughter Mercedes
Keep her shinin', jewels ain't just son diamonds
Thats a girls best friend, now hoes start hollerin'
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs
Come fuck with us
(We gettin' high tonight)
And all my niggas takin' dough, and cakin' on the low
And fuckin' all them hoes
(We gettin' high tonight)
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs
Come fuck with us
(We gettin' high tonight)
And all my niggas takin' dough, and cakin' on the low
And fuckin' all them hoes
(We gettin' high tonight)
This shit right here is for all y'all money makers
Y'all rappers, y'all actors, anybody makin' papers
The hustlers, the honies, anybody gettin' money
Its all good when its all gone, its funny
The Lexus, the Infinity was just a fantasy
But cream bring dreams to reality
I been in million dollar hoods, and billion dollar ghettos
Smoked blunts with devils, caught bodies with metal
Had all types of females, and no need to details
On how I keep my Coke price below retail
We bouncin' in and outta countries like an immigrant
Snatchin' up yens and pesos and dead presidents
Thats probably why shit got hot so quick
Slingin' bricks, gettin' cash, with my click
And its all good the way we be livin' life
Spendin' hundreds during the day and making g's in the night
You only live once, and you only die once
You gotta make what you want
(Nigga)
And take what you want
(Bitches)
You only live once, and you only die once
You gotta make what you want
(Nigga)
And take what you want
(Bitches)
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs
Come fuck with us
(We gettin' high tonight)
And all my niggas takin' dough, and cakin' on the low
And fuckin' all them hoes
(We gettin' high tonight)
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs
Come fuck with us
(We gettin' high tonight)
And all my niggas takin' dough, and cakin' on the low
And fuckin' all them hoes
(We gettin' high tonight)
Thats right, my dick game is tight
Tonight, we gettin' high and we fuckin' for life
Ahh right, niggas I run with stay on some dumb shit
Bitch, we'll make you come quick, love to let the gun spit
After dark thats when the blunts get sparked
The 'dro get lit, the hoes get hit, ya know this shit
Is the Hennessey life, Remmy with ice
Sticky green, kna I mean？
We gettin' high tonight
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs
Come fuck with us
(We gettin' high tonight)
And all my niggas takin' dough, and cakin' on the low
And fuckin' all them hoes
(We gettin' high tonight)
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs
Come fuck with us
(We gettin' high tonight)
And all my niggas takin' dough, and cakin' on the low
And fuckin' all them hoes
(We gettin' high tonight)
Yeah, word to God
(Gettin' high tonight)
Gangsta shit, word to God, you feel it, huh
(We gettin' high tonight)
Ghetto gospel, its that shit, fucking drive by music
We gettin' high tonight
All that shit, ah ah ha, this shit is real
(We gettin' high tonight)
Gangsta shit, ghetto gospel, word to God
You feel it？
5.We Don't Give a Fuck
Lyricist：Jeffrey Atkins, Carol Connors, Bill Conti, Tiheem Crocker,
Ramel Gill, I Lorenzo, R Mays, Ayn Robbins
Yo, throw your motherfuckin' middle fingers in the air, nigga
'Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin' fingers in the air
Motherfucker, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on
Niggas to be feminine, guns rapidly scenative
For the love of the Benjamins
Keep 'em leekin' an' bleekin' to dogs with his broads tremblin'
I'm sendin' him 'til the Lord, calls my adrenalin
You slow mo, niggas gettin' slow dough
Fuck your po'-po', I let the flow blow
Keep em' runnin' like Flo Jo, I flow so
Sickest murder, clip inserter, drop, pop an' rip your word up
We lust for more, can't touch crush the rope
Hit a club, then rush the door, niggas fuck the known
That's why we've been blazed, to you, froze it up
Had your name to the crease so you closed it up
I'm one in a mil, niggas got me gunnin' for real
Leavin' you nothin' to steal, so no pain to feel
So fuck the world, ya either get when you see the sink skin
No more than my thugs than your guns let off
I earned connections, every time I burn my weapon
Y'all niggas gonna learn your lesson
Fuck the Feds, nigga, we spit hollow heads
Our motto is 'Shed blood for dead thug'
That shed blood in hell, when my slugs set bail
Pray for death from your cell, I won't bet we got to jail
From pretty niggas with half a nickel flow
Them bitch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low
Y'all niggas is lame, commercial niggas, get out the game
We here now, shit's gonna change
We spit them things from point blank range at you
Then ask what the fuck you gon' do
Test the mic on your gun, lose your life an' your ones
I don't give a fuck where you from, niggas run when we come
I bust my gun 'cause I'm a bum from the gutter
You better know it's murda, motherfucker
Y'all ain't hear me, y'all with me
Throw your fuckin' fingers up, motherfucker
'Cause if y'all don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin' fingers in the air
Nigga, I'm livin' my life, fuckin' your wife
Bendin' her up while I'm hollerin', â½I don't give a fuckâ
So I move like like it such and y'all can't get enough
Of The Murderers, it'll murda y'all, nigga, what, what？
I know y'all are ready to die, know why？
'Cause the pain is too much to bare while alive
So I cock my nine then close my eyes
Take another hit an' then creep an' blow minds
These are hard times, niggas, in these streets an' bust blind
Out of fear, out of despair but never in the air
We gonna take to this, point blank range in your Range Rov'
Pistol with the kids an' rape your stray hoe
We The Murderers, yo, what you expect from us？
We niggas you can't trust, that don't really give a fuck
We dedicated to street life, game an' hustle
I don't wanna be white, let them black an' live for struggle
My niggas tote guns for hittin' you an' your squad up
Now we got the upper hand, so keep your palms up
Niggas, if you want it with Ja, come in an' line up
Guaranteed you be meetin' your Maker, your times' up
Negative, I can go into the streets we live
Paper, foreign niggas be murderin' shit
So what, what？ Niggas is holla, â½Yo, what up？â
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me？ Murder Inc., niggas
'Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin' fingers in the air
We don't give a what, what？
All of my ladies, it's all gravy
Get your tubs up, it's murder, turn it up
Plus, ain't nobody hotter than Totti, so who you ridin' with？
Ladies hatin' blatantly hatin''cause they ain't hidin'
Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick
That'll chase you, that'll strip you
Off your crown an' replace you
When I stay laced, boo, in the top of the line
In the finest designers, from Fendi an' Gabbana
Players, if you want it, I got it, just come an' get it
Thugs, if you hustlin', hustlin', come an' get it
Mommy, if you rollin' with Totti, let's get this dough off
We don't give a fuck, what？
6.How Many Wanna Die
Lyricist：Jeffrey Atkins, Irving Lorenzo, R Mays, Richard Wilson
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja rule, huh, Murder Inc. nigga
How many wanna die with me？
Come on, come on, yo, yo
I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say
What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray？
Lord, forgive me, they're lookin' down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time, close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me
Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit niggas hitting at rule, don't even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you wanna live my life
May god help 'em, I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell's paradise, you feelin' me？
I'ma ride to the end of the road baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it, if it floods your heart, live it
Nigga don't die up in it
Just cause my soul's trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It's gotta be the drug role, give me Lee way
Cock it back and unload Murderers don't fold
Any actions need to be shown？
There we go, lots of holes
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes
We that heat that can't be froze
We that burn that leaves you cold
We them guns you can't unload
We that platinum, not that gold
We them niggas you just can't touch
We them niggas that's just too much
Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers
I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me？
Evidently these niggas want me out my mind
If you had your way, I would be dead on sight
But I shed my pain, so now my love is life
Niggas hatin' on Ja, and shit ain't half as tight
Hey, you feeling me？
Niggas don't wanna get to close, I'm cut throat
Throw 'em away like bad Coke
You ain't know？ Ja rule's a killa nigga
Ain't the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide and pull the clip, baby
Nigga ya fearin' this
I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at？
Where the fuck my bitches at？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
How many wanna die wit me？
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7.Black Or White
Lyricist：Ramel Gill, Taiwan Green, Irving Lorenzo, Larry Ogletree
Black Child, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me？
Lemme tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me
How I came up？ Where I came from？ Awright？
People, this is how it all set it off, like this
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady in a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man in the black land
He used to sell white rocks and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit, on the day shift they sniffed
I was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to steal
Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill
Rock Hilfiger shields and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a Mac ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns, I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like bein' in a blue Benz
In front of a thousand bloods with Mac tens
Or a red rose in front of a thousand crips with Calico's
And Lord knows we lust hoes
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I can relate to that
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that
When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
It seem like in another lifetime, I used to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff white heroin
I sold china white crack back then
As I was writin' this rhyme on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin' how life would've been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops
With the white rocks comin' through in the new blue drop
I be able to floss white gold and toss white hoes
Shittin' in the white Rolls Royce
Hittin' Caucasian chickens that sing with a black girl's voice
But I love being black, a thug bustin' my mack
I know if I was white I wouldn't like that
Or love my gat or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be blue to me
As long as your cream is green, that's beautifully
Exclusively, it's me and Irv Gotti
And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I can relate to that
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that
When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
A murderer always got a plan
A bitch nigga is a poor excuse for a man
Players play to win and learn to listen and listen to learn
A lame nigga await his turn to talk
And won't catch near jewels that need to be caught
Niggas know shit that's difficult is possible
A player pull out and put ya ass in the hospital
For thinkin' the possible is impossible
This is ghetto gospel, we got to politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
It's Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin' with？
It's Murderer
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I can relate to that
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that
When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
8.Crime Scene
Lyricist：Delmar Arnaud, Dave Bing, Calvin Broadus, Ricardo Brown,
Tiheem Crocker, Ramel Gill, Irving Lorenzo, Robin Mays, Otha
Miller, D Parks, Richard Wilson
The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz
You think this shit is a game nigga
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
The fuck is wrong wit y'all
It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin' it fucked up
Yeah
Yo the first dollar for me, I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it, nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin' out late, nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine？
On the grind, you better keep your ass in line
'Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga
You was watchin' me through your window nigga
Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin', fuck one time
As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breathe, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just in case you wearin' a vest
And that's the whole sixteen coppin' in safeen
Motherfucker when you see Tah
Bet I'm holdin' a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to flip on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin' like alien and I'm way beyond flashin'
So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin'
I mastered the game, accurate aim put two in you
Slappin' your dame, jump back in the range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin' the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
Nigga we can't be touched, the fuck y'all want
From rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin' 'til the one come in
The worst niggaz cock back and spit for gin
'Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from Wood Hall
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the same no more
Let's explore, whoever's quick on the draw is the law
The fuck you set these rules for it's the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb
Motherfucker, do you know me？
Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be your homeys
Pop the glock and make you know me
I was only fourteen, doin' my thing
Gettin' cream in Jamaica Queens
Niggaz scheme for they dreams
Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play with the children
'Cuz I was too busy pumpin' up them jums in the buildin'
While most kids went to school to maintain
I was in the spot cookin' up cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
Caught a body and shot up his house party
Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Catch me in Virginia, I ain't gonna never surrender
Unless I'm dead or injured
And that's somethin' to remember nigga
Yo, it ain't nothin' but murder one
Niggaz holdin' they guns and bustin' 'em
My niggaz foul son, we spray up the block
And leave bystanders numb and brain dumb
Niggaz heard the shots but where they comin' from
I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off
But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if it's murder you want, it's murder I give
Makin' it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids
No question, murder perfection dog
I'm runnin' through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm layin' for him, bustin' at the sky
My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin' niggaz dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin' your team, destroyin' your dreams
Now hows 'bout this nigga, oh, goin' all out for the dough
Yo, I show out, fuck around and get blowed out
Ugh
9.Rebels Symphony
Lyricist：Jeffrey Atkins, Tiheem Crocker, Ramel Gill, I Lorenzo, Otha
Miller, Charles Emanuel Smalls, R Wilson
Lights out niggas, you clowns
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 wanna know, all I wanna do, I just wanna know
How does it feel, huh, let me know, what it feel like
I know y'all niggas is thinking of thoughts
How y'all gon' catch the Rule it's, catch a dude and send in the
feud
But it won't do 'cause now I got a crew, nigga
Black Child, Tah, Murda fucking Inc. nigga
O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater
Or the fucked 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
Yo, seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn
Either you hitting or the nigga getting hit
'Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop and never
been
A small nigga, always a score nigga that be up in your braud
nigga
You fraud nigga cop yae, from far but never raw niggas
My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga
Product and money, so if you want fifteen it's twenty
Anythin' less than ten, I won't bend
Or y'all niggas 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 niggas and have you sitting in chairs with wheels on
them
And that murder shit, I'm still on it, murder for life
Give a fuck 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 shit or duck when this fifth spit
Another question, is you willing to die
Just as much as you want to kill？
Answer me
I went from handcuff recovering, blowing up from bubbling
Shot muscling all my checks doubled in fuck tussling
Word to God got a hundred men with guns and tems
And we love Mack-10's
Since the sex, got a nigga blushed with me
Got a nigga 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 fucking with professionals
Murderers, that will split your juggle up
Motherfucker I'll cut ya and you think Tah touch ya
Then we flip shit with bitches that ride all day
And niggas that get head on the highway
And niggas hating to see Satin or be played
I'm gon' tell yo' hoe, you in hell waiting
While niggas on Earth flossed like they first
For what it's worth Murderers blast first
Niggas respect Murder everywhere
It's the streets
Nobody's dancing in the streets
Huh, the streets is ours man, Murder
Nigga, it's so hard to say goodbye, 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 nigga
Fuck you, then rob you nigga
A grimy broad that'll 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 niggas
And I'll be there, when my niggas 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
Gangstas and hoes go together
Don't let nobody tell you no different, man
It's the beginning of time
I love my bitches, man
Motherfucker it's on one
When I come through, niggas run, niggas know
Equipped with guns, ya heard son
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
Nigga's bitch I'm like, â½They don't want none of the
Murderersâ
10.Vita, Vita, Vita
Lyricist：Tiheem Crocker, Taiwan Green, Irving Lorenzo, L Raynor
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Niggas, know the name
Bitches, know the name
Vita
Hoes stay in lane
Just in case you didn't know, Vita be that feisty chick
Not really impressed with ice and shit
See I'm more concerned with dough, how to stack it and let it
grow
Picture me in a custom drop five double O
Y'all don't know, I spit it sick like Lupus
Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this
And the truth is, I'm nothing nice
Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice
This is for my, slick cats moving some vest
And all of my bitches who's stripping trying to pay for some
messes
Don't get discouraged get your dough mama
You better know I'mma milk this game until I'm filthy
See how I'm built G, genuine dime one of a kind
So what you selling, I ain't buying, so nigga, stop trying
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Niggas, know the name
Bitches, know the name
Vita
Way ahead of the game nigga
You like it？ Want it？ Get it, got it and flaunt it
Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid
If you hearing that hot shit then you know that I spitted
And bitches you shitted on then you know that I shitted
I never been the type to like to hound no nigga
My world don't revolve around no nigga
See I don't put it down for niggas, cock and bust rounds for
niggas
And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas
It's Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater
Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue
Balling like Rebecca Lobos, spitting this fire so you birds will
burn
What it's gone take for y'all to learn？
That you broads got fat while I starved it's my turn
It won't stop until well over a billion is burned
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Niggas, know the name
Bitches, know the name
Vita
And ain't shit gone change
Now all my bitches is you with me？
We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone
And all my niggas is y'all wit me？
Uh, holding the block down and all of my thugs
Up north on lock down
Yeah, miss lady and at times I'm shady
And I prefer half on some chips instead of half on a baby
Don't get it twisted, I love the youth
And got love for all of my mamis
That's gone stand behind me it's our world
We shine like diamonds and pearls
And I confess, I'm one of the best
Coming straight out the gate
Scanning five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be？
11.Down 4 U
The Murderers Feat. Ja Rule, Ashanti, Vita ＆ Charli 'Chuck'
Baltimore
New Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti
Fat Joe, All Murder Inc
Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT
What
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me？ Yeah
Love me？ Yeah
You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)
I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
This chick, no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin' ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger, next to the finger, ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on me like the Rule
God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's Rule baby
True baby, it's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
'Cause I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it
And if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you, it's all in it
Then I'm satisfied 'til' you come back to me
Holdin' stack and jewels
V I T A and my nigga Ja Rule, baby
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me？ Yeah
Love me？ Yeah
You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)
I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
I'm gonna be here when ya need
Rule, baby can always count on me
No, you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry
I'm here for ya and I won't never leave tears for ya
'Cause boy ya got to me
There will never be another for me
You'll always be my one and only
Baby girl, would ya bust ya gun with me？
(Yeah, yeah)
Lie to the feds to come get me？
(Yeah, yeah)
And if I died, kill for me？
(Yeah, yeah)
Are you trustin' me？
(Yeah, yeah)
Are you lovin' me？
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, let's get it grinnin'
Like we asked for the Simpsons or Ike and Anna Mehoe
On one their good days
You smile like sun rays five five
With brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the Rule baby
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me？ Yeah
Love me？ Yeah
You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)
I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
Now baby, I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I'm still that pretty down, down ass 2 cars behind ya 6
And I diss any clown ass rockin' my brown ass
Only a down ass and it's all for you
I'm grown a tad bit since we been at like rare bitches
To move a little bumper and it's
And it's all for Rule
Shit, who gon' love you like that？
Thug with you wit a stack to the ceilin'
And spilt in the dub with you
'Cause I played my position with K.O.D's, O.G's
Until that blood shed, blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
Showed me, hold me
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22's
Now tell me who the hunny for you, Chuck
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me？ Yeah
Love me？ Yeah
You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)
I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me？ Yeah
Love me？ Yeah
You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)
I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
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