Lyrics:
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
Child]
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
Nigga, we go hard
[Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells
the letters
Murder I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground
you like it
N****s get extorted, b****es get excited
Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G
Put it
Richardson
Mastered At: Sterling Sound, N.Y.C.,
by George Marino
Management: Rod Smallwood and
Andy Taylor for Sanctuary Music, Inc.
Tour Manager: Robbie
Murda I.N.C.
Ha ha it must be the ass
That got me like that
If it get any fatter
Man the rule gonna have to get at her
And our situation won't
Yeah, deep down in Florida
Well, well that's the place I long to be
Well, oh deep down in Florida
Well that's the place I long to be
Well, oh let me
Yeah, deep down in Florida
Well, well that's the place I long to be
Well, oh deep down in Florida
Well that's the place I long to be
Well, oh let me
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn
the monopoly
Preme team, Murder fuckin' I-N-C, there's no stopping we from
(Exodus)
You know what I think, I think the world doesn't have a clue
On what
Santana
Murder Inc. (and I know you're gettin' bored)
M.I. too high, Def Jam, Sony
This is what we buildin' here
Classic
Murder Inc.
Ha-ha-ha
Ja, B
run!
[Vita] This clique I roll with they don't front they squeeze
[Bumps] You better run!
[Vita] This clique I roll with Murder I-N-C
[Bumps] Ohhh!
Murda I.N.C.
Ha ha it must be the ass
That got me like that
If it get any fatter
Man the rule gonna have to get at her
And our situation won't
back against the building
I'm the villian that's creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them n****s creeping around, warn us
We might be coming
(uh talk to me) without you (There's no me y'all)
I can't be (I.N.C.) without you (Ill Will now)
Don't you know that I will never leave (talk to me now)
Friend or Foe
Don't Fuck wit me, or I-N-C
Nigga, what the fuck, are you crazy
Can't believe dat shit, tryin' act swayze
You'd be better off lazy
So shut
please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule..
reason
N****z know that the bulls*** was dead on the streets
N****z I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C
BcNc
HERZcMcN INcNDIM BEN ScNc
(cHH)
YcLcN SÖYLEDIN BcNc
HERZcMcN INcNDIM BEN ScNc
(cHH)
DU HcTTEST RECHT
MIT DEINER KRcNKEN cRT
HcST DU MICH
This clique done stack and fold that doe
[Bumps] You better run!
[Vita] This s*** is murder I-N-C fo' sho
[Bumps] Ohhh! Cause here we come!
[R.
over now, you know? Hah
[Chorus]
The G-O-D S-O-N
K-I-N-G O-F N-why-see
That's me [x4]
[Hook]
Is it because I got the city on smash now
Oh woe
real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
are-you-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
[Irv Gotti]
There can only be one, Ashanti... Murder Inc.
[Paul Wall]
(Paul Wall, What It Do?)
It's the Houston Hard Hitter out the 713, it's
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