Lyrics:
Woooooo
Murder Inc. motherfucker
[Chorus:]
We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll
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
nervous that he
Says anything to this man to keep him at bay
So now Ja thinks that he's so tough
And Murder Inc's the big bad wolf
And they go huff
(Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray)
Em, you claim you mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be
Yeah..
It's still Murder, I.N.C.
[Repeat: x 4]
[Ja] I got you mami
[CO] I got you daddy
[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz]
Let's get this party
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes
(feat. Claudette Ortiz)
Yeah..
It's still Murder, I.N.C.
[repeat 4X]
[Ja] I got you mami
[CO] I got you daddy
[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz]
Fudd, I'm handsome
[Black Child]
Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains
there
But here we are compliantly got INC's in Delaware
Dodged a couple Guinevere's
Thank God I got no Lancelot's
I'm a king I'm well aware of who's
Ask me something i won't respond that shit verification
Tell me something i won't react dont respond to hating
How you love me and talk behind my
nervous that he
Says anything to this man to keep him at bay
So now Ja thinks that he's so tough
And Murder Inc's the big bad wolf
And they go huff
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
First off the snitch and that identity he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and emineim
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
they visit
Keep your eyes on these snitches and fraud ass niggaz
They claim to be gangstas as soon as you see em' split em'
It's a cold world, be
me hey
Trying to talk with the airpods on lil bitch know i can't hear shit you say
How the fuck can you claim that you popping, nigga still ain't heard
Actin like they pimpin really punchin doing claims
Thats what they really claim, Lyin throwing dirt on my name
Back against the wall under pressure
on the snitches and front ass niggas
That claim to be gangstas and sue
As soon as you split 'em, it’s a cold world
Be grateful that the Lord’s forgivin' and be
a point
That the culture would've died
And post-punk's latest poster boys wouldn't have got to ride
On the coattails of the dead
And claim that their
fast like a text for verification on social applications
After signing in
I'm hotter than a lot of men
F**k followers you follow trends
I'm sleepy
keep me flossy
Gotta watch who's around me
I'm the queen so they crown me
Pockets deep think I'm drownin'
I'm verified, without the verification
I hit
arrive
And y'all still wondering how I'm always this nice
Look
I can't commit a crime and you cannot wear a badge
Or a uniform or claim that the State has
to squash it
Real ass nigga claim a case, but all he do is toast it
Nigga, you chasing, bitch, I'm chasing bucks where it's not the same
I'm in this shit too
claim
The pain killer that she popped
As the plane tore off inc wore off
Little cousin picked her up in the pick up
And the minute she got in he
Lit up
on, nigga faded
Bitch said she pregnant but I
Ain't finna claim it
So a nigga ridin, drunk drivin
Feelin' like I'm glidin'
Cause a nigga slidin'
Just
this store
Little halflings with Acq inc
Pins playing footloose
I’ve seen them picnic beneath the stars
Wearing their bright Dark magic scarves
It’s
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