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[Dave Bing] 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 [Dave Bing] 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 C*** it back, then tell your crew to relax Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest And that's the whole sixteen coppin in safeen [Tah Murdah] 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 [Ronnie Bumps] From rob men that rob grown men And be the one hustlin til the one come in The worst niggaz c*** 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 Niggaz came to keep the roar but??? On the floor Let's explore, whoevers 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 [Black Child] 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 buisy 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 rememeber nigga [O1] Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one Niggaz holdin they guns and bustin em My niggaz foul son we spray up the block And leave bystanders numb and braindumb Niggaz heard the shots but where they commin 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 O goin all out for the dough Yo I show out, fuck around and get blowed out Ugh
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