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,
[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'
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
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.
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
Inc.
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everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
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.
insane
The ego takes the wheel
Believing separation is real
Screaming towards the cliffs edge
Honey how do you feel?
Woke Inc. America is dying
She's
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)
fuckable
For anyone that’s up
Hookermakers, Inc.
Hookermakers, Inc.
They’re not gonna like it if its not for everyone
They’re not gonna like it you choose
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
Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh)
What else would you expect from Murder Inc. nigga (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) *Chuckles
Y'all niggas better fuckin run!
Music, Inc. (Admin. by Word, Inc.)
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
And I know you're gettin' bored, baby
Yeah, yeah
I.G., Ja Rule (I know you miss my lovin')
B. Brown, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc. Nigga (and I
And I know you're gettin' bored, baby
Yeah, yeah
I.G., Ja Rule (I know you miss my lovin')
B. Brown, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc. Nigga (and I
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NIGODE DO
Luongo
Copyright 1994 Bitsa Talent Inc.
Walk across the flaming sand where everyone must go
Seek the cradle of the mountains where winds of wisdom
Murder Inc.
Ashanti
See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurting while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep
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.
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.
Unichappell Music, Inc. and Morris Music, Inc. (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission/
Time: 3:05 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson
Co-producer: andy paley
Recorded by brad gilderman
Mixed bt mark
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