(feat. Black Child, Ja Rule, Tah Murdah, Vita)



[Someone Talking]

Lights out niggas! (Huh)

You clowns (Ha, Ha, Ha)

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 want to know, all I want to do, 

I just want to know, how does it feel

Huh, let me know 

What it feel like, huh

  

[Ja Rule]

I know y'all niggas is, thinking of thoughts, 

how y'all gon' catch the Rule

It's, catch a dude and, send 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

  

[Tah Murdah]

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

And if you 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 will 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

  

[Someone Talking]

Another question: Is you willing to die 

just as much as you want to kill?

  

[Black Child]

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

  

[Someone Talking]

Niggas respect murder everywhere

It's the streets

Nobody's dancing in the streets

Huh, the streets is ours man, murder

  

[Vita]

Nigga, it's so hard to say good-bye

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 braud, that will 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

[???] these niggas

And hurt 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

  

[Someone Talking]

Gangstas and hoes are together

Don't let nobody tell you no different, man

It's the beginning of time

I love my bitches

  

Motherfucker it's on one

When I come through, niggas run

Niggas know

Equipped with guns, ya heard so

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 he don't want none of the Murderers