Lyrics:
how we murder niggaz
Handle ya business, Tha Inc. is religious
Murders a sacrifice, throwing ends niggaz
That means Murda fa' life, and I'll die for
will you dance to my song
When I'm gone won't you come and cheer me
On my journey back home where I belong
© 1973 Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)
lives here anymore
© Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)
will you dance to my song
When I'm gone won't you come and cheer me
On my journey back home where I belong
© 1973 Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)
lives here anymore
© Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)
and old crusaders
Battling side by side
Here's to the laughing bright-eyed children
Keeping our hopes alive
© 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI),
turn cold on you
We belong together, like fire and heat
Now and forever, you're all I want, all I need
© 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI), Michael
little light of mine burn it till no wick is left
Sharpie on a chalkboard my flow is permanent
J-Ice Inc. welcome to my chronicle
Making moves and they
Murda inc nigga
Young money just crept in like uh oh
Empire, empire
Let's get em
Young money cash money calabo
Listen, listen
To all my
don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani leather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in
Murder Inc baby
[Tah Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex nigga
Murder Inc nigga
Tah
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]
* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli Baltimore
[Funkmaster Flex]
Murder Inc baby
[Tah Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over
only a sun shower, we been through worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
only a sun shower, we been through worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
old
Shoes and the daily blues
© 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc
(BMI) , Michael John Music (BMI) , Attlebrat
old shoes and the daily blues
© 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc., (BMI), Michael John Music (BMI), Attlebrat
leather chair plus his room scared the hell out of me what with the heavy smell of musk, the creaking floor, the low whistling sounds of the wind, the wind
I'm kickin' might lead to levitation
Rhymes rawer than shoe leather wit' no spit and polish
Hand me a microphone, and I will leave the shit demolished
heard of internment camps
Perhaps what we learn is a matter of convenience
She was extra inc on every page she landed
I never asked her what the su
worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B
gotta hustle like nip
I'm fucking hoes like wilt
Aint talking chips I gotta dip
Leather seats silk sheets
When im pulling up to the crib
Grind hard
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