Lyrics:
walls, we ride Benz with mags
Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds
Why-D to O-G, the game chose me
Are-you-L-E the INC. and I-G
We never
[Black Child talking]
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta
slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad libs]
The Inc. is back, the Inc.
hand,
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.
© 1974 Ice Nine Publishing Co. Inc. (ASCAP)
here, grind on these streets
I know the deal out here
It's real out here
Got b**** bud murder and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get
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
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
define they don't fit in
The industry; ain't what it used to be
The industry; trying to control the way you MC
They want you to dress like that this
The industry; ain't what it used to be
The industry; trying to control the way you MC
They want you to dress like that this and talk like that
But I'm gon' dress
like baby powder, ain't nann 'nother
Ain't nann ho getting Redman butter
And my man Gutter, DJ Murder Inc.
Ja know them hoes yo we can't love 'em
like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time
It's murda
Whenever you see blood
It's murda
Lay you down for the love
That's us
Leave
seek.
You are my all in all.
Seeking You as a precious jewel,
Lord, to give up I'd be a fool.
You are my all in all.
Taking my sin, my cross, my shame,
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
about the bacon and the beans
We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
Copyright Warden Music Co., Inc.
recorded by Pete Seeger, Jimmy
things you'd do
And though I've grown away and other arms reach out to hold me
Mamaâ?¦I'll sing one song for you
(c) 1972 Evil Eye Music Inc.
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]
Unichappell Music, Inc. and Morris Music, Inc. (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission/
dope heads, raisin' your kids and runnin' from the Feds
We'd be bound to bump heads, 'cause you livin' my life
All righteous, and you said livin'
Yeah
Ha ha ha
Whoa
I'd like to welcome y'all to the wonderful, the wonderful world
Of Murder Inc's own, murder inc's own princess, miss ashanti
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
Not so long ago, when I was just a child
I never realized the way I felt inside
And how
like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time
It's murda
Whenever you see blood
It's murda
Lay you down for the love
That's us
Leave
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
I don't want to go downtown
I don't wanna move, don't wanna stay this way
Missin' you
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
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