(feat. D. Bing, B. Child, R. Bumps, T. Murdah, O1)



[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

Cock 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 thats 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 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

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 thats 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