The Murderers-

Yo, Throw your motha fuckin fingers in the air,


Cause If ya'll dont give a what, like we dont give a what

Everybody throw your fingers in the air!!!!!



Tah Murda-

Whenever the war is on,

We're gonna pour it on

Playaz is your feminint

Here news from winnin it

For the love of them Benjamins

Keep em' leeking and leeking

To dogs with his broads trembling

Im sending him, to the yard caused my adrenalin

You slow mo (motion), playaz getting slow do

Suck this popo, forever gross though

Keep em' running like FloJoe, Flow So

Sickest Murda, Clip Inserta

Drop Pop and rip your worda

We lust for more, cant touch crush the rope

The clubbs bust the door, so we outta know

That's why we've been blazed, nigga rose it up

Run you, fuckin up the priest so you closed it up

I'm one in a mil (million), feeling so you coming for real

And I aint stopping until, Im holding a hundred mil, What's the deal

You niggas there when you see the clamps, getting swirved

Calling my thugs, Love is love YOU HEARD!



Black Child-

I earned connections, Everytime I spit with perfections

Ya'll clowns gonna learn ya'll lesson

Forget the bids, we spit for our kids

Our motto is spread love for dead thugs

That shed tears in hell, when it just set bail

Pray to god in your cell, it's hard in jail

>From pretty plates, with half a nickel flow

Really though, they keep their dimes on the low

Ya'll cowards is lame, commercial players get out the game

We here know, things gonna change

We bow to them things, I come through in the range for you

Then ask what you really wanna do, test the ice for your sons

Living life full of ones, I don't care where you from

Do these bouts when we come, It's Black Child dun

I'ma bum from the gutter, You better know, It's Murda

WORDA MUTHA!



The Murderers-

Uh ha, Word to god make some noise, MUTHA FUCKAS!!

Cause if yall don't give a what like we dont give a what

Everybody raise they clickas in the air!!!!!!!!!



Ja Rule-

Playa, Im living my live, hitten your wife

Twisting her up will I'm holla red baby keep it tight

So I move like Versache and yall can't get enough

of the murderers, It'll murda ya, playa what what

I know yall ain't ready to die, Know why?

Cause the pain is to much to bear while alive

So I spare your life, then close my eyes

Take another hit and then rip and blow minds

Either I die writers hit the streets for every mind

Gotta fear out of dispair like if you really care

We gonna take as points, We getting a lot of doe

Se me get in your Benz with thugs on the Range

Murda Murderer

Yo what you expected from us, we thugs you can't trust

Gotta never give it up, we dedicated to street life gaming us

I dont wanna be Wyclef I'm trying to build this treasure

No thugs share awards for honeys that's acting harda

Know we got the upper hand so keep your palms up

People say they want it when Ja come in the lineup

Guarantee you be getting doe making your times up

Catch a chill about the code of the streets we live

Play niggas, foreign people get killed for this

So what what, Im hearing you holla we blow it up

Murda Inc. is the mourge maybe I'll walk and touch

Yeah, you here me, Murda Inc. Playaz!!!!

CAUSE IF YA'LL DONT GIVE A WHAT LIKE WE DONT

GIVE A WHAT EVERYBODY THROW YOUR FINGERS

IN THE AIR!!!!!!



Come on, Bring it to us

The Murderers I-N-C Uh

Tah Murdah, Black Child, Ja Rule

It's War Time.

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