Lyrics:
[Caddillac Tah talking]
Yo, that's right
Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it
Nah mean son? I G
[Chorus: x 2]
Murder INC.
Takin'
that I will never leave
[Nas] Murder Inc. y'all
[Ja Rule) I'ts MURAHHHHHHHH! Nigga, HA HA!
[Nas] It's over now; y'all know that right? (Irv Gotti!)
[Nas]
never leave
[Nas]
Murder Inc. Y'all
[Ja Rule]
Its Murdah - N*****
[Nas]
It's over now - get on that right
[Nas]
Irv Gotti - Ill Will Baby
[Ashanti]
is holla, “Yo, what up?”
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me? Murder Inc., niggas
'Cause if you don't give
Gettin the W1's you church girl
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.
[Chorus]
[Young Life]
Yeah I'm here can you tell?
Mo' niggaz
love songs
This a thug song
Bitch this ain't no club song
My plug consolidated
Now I'm just straight paper chasing
Po patron no chaser
Serve the hoes
U
what, Niggas is holla, yo what up
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me, Murder Inc. niggas
Cause if you don't give
Black Inc. back, turn me up another nee-otch
Huh?
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for
[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
is holla, "Yo, what up?"
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me? Murder Inc., niggas
'Cause if you don't give
some hikers to warn of things to come
At Glens Falls, five thousand honest hands
Work at the consolidated paper plant
Five million gallons of waste
There can only be one, Ashanti, Murder Inc.
(Paul Wall, What It Do?)
It's the Houston Hard Hitter out the 713,
It's "The People's Champ," Paul
all year long
Wrapping them up in shiny paper
And giving them to your friends
Who return them and find out
You got it on sale
And they can only exchange
the club
Bmf my heat, like T and Meech we totin' 50 boys (Maxo)
Death Row Murda Inc. My unit G like Buck and 50, boy
Trigga Maxo C Osama
Snatch my
spikes and flush a million mikes
Of acid right down the drain
And we'll be makin' it natural, makin' it natural.......
(c)1972 Evil Eye Music Inc.
is holla, “Yo, what up?”
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me? Murder Inc., niggas
'Cause if you don't give
Entwistle, Luongo & Levi
Copyright 1996 Bitsa Talent Inc.
(Alan Vocal)
May I see your papers please the secret agent said
It's very hard to keep
I ain't scared to open doors to fears like Monsters Inc.
But I scare a couple rappers, I can see how monsters think
We don't got the same color, but
of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit
everyday winter
We don't smoke papers niggas only smoke swishers
Knock a nigga out like Deebo nigga
Boo bow bing, one hitta quitta
What's happenin' it's
the game, we f***in the same, bang!
[Chorus: INC]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
[B.C.] Shout out my n****z en route to riches
exchange
New Armani leather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!
[Chorus: INC]
[Merc]
Gotta radar for the paper
Counting stacks to relax with the beans in the trap
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in
Stand my ground like 2 trees
Fuck around and lose teeth
Bitch boi shoulda knew me
Getting wins like Drew Brees
Get ya paper and ya pen
Go tell all ya
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