Lyrics:
Come on, life, death, here, gone, Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone
Come on, life, death, here, gone, Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone
screamin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
ones a TBT don't start
Sincerely sorry if I broke ur heart
No maths so bun the 3x3 off the chart
Divide by two that's four point five
Five guys running
You's a little nigga fit right up in a 6 by 3
Layin' up like this
Lips sewn shut eyes closed
Niggas walk past the casket damn shorty nice pose
You was
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
ain't ready to roll, niggard
(You ain't ready to ride)
Once upon a time in the chi
There were three real killers who bust guns and puff fi
They copped
benefit, cut them then we send them into
She ride three deep with molly in the middle
Put (?) all on my Jeep
Ain't got no handprints on my golds, they all
blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See
is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga
Damnit, it's the Bandit, new Hummer in transit
Twenty-seven inches come standard (YO!)
This my people, whether drivin the Benz, the Pinto
Or the Regal,
bout mine
Ion ride backpack, not wit all dat
Just ta keep it real, I done been hit
Det backpack shit, scared of it
Riding bikes really risky shit,
I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
feet from my waist, three inches from your face
Make no mistake, Weezy never hesitate
I pop 'til your shit separate like ugh
I shoot you arm, leg,
feet from my waist, three inches from your face
Make no mistake, Weezy never hesitate
I pop 'til your shit separate like ugh
I shoot you arm, leg,
wack him up
Took blood okay, get it back, back you're blood
Back out the 32, man down, slap him up
Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two
3
One Two Three Ima need three bitches to slide Throw a Party buss it Down man its time to go ride
All these baddies flying past lookin like
Nicki
influenced by what you are doin'
I thought I was doin' the most then someone said to me
Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?
I'ma show you
You looking at a real P baby
Money, blood and love, that’s all I need
Cause it’s cold outside
Never know who gon ride
But the gang move in 3s
Same
New York Andy would begin his show by insulting women and saying, â??I won't respect them until one of them comes up here and wrestles me down.â?? This
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
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