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The Life
Ja Rule;Hussein Fatal;Caddilac Tah;James Gotti
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Yeah, my nigga Ru, Hussein Fatal, the
Outlaw Don in this piece motherfucker
I wanna welcome y'all niggas back to the streets
This side, you was confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cat in this motherfucker
I got my licks, man
The bricks in this bitch
Ride out, nigga
Yeah
Holla boy, finish
Got me through niggas, man, we keep niggas in the dark
Yeah
What up world, it's Ru, Public Enemy number one
It's cool, my new best friend is my pistol
And anybody that want it or got jewels, run it
The end over your head, don't make me gun butt it
Through you like Manolo, put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds
I'm living my life (My life), what gets better than ice and hell
When you're cooking up coke to sell
It be the little statistics, some pictures, some prints
Some informants to get the operation pissed
We enormous, some would say that it gets murderous
You don't want us to strap up and blaze the strip
But if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and Crips
Styrofoam the nozzles and extend the clips
Murda meets gangsta shit
And all my niggas that live it from hood to hood, bang to this, nigga
Whether you Blood or Cuzz, we all gangstas
Whether it's dope or coke, we all slang drugs
I'm just a poster child, I'm supposed to wild
With the toast, I'm foul, my Murda Inc., mob money, Oprah style
For me it's back to the block to get that green
Knowing put a hole through a nigga's shoulder soon as the beam glow
Probably graze you in the face, give me a break
I'm a rapper out here to stay, don't make me do what I say
Just let me say what I do
'Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme every time I got to spray up your crew
And I ain't licking off shots to warn 'em
This'll pop swift in the dome on a real G-Unit, nigga, locked and all
And so believe I'm not the one when it gets
Stupid in the booth, I told y'all with Ru it was a gun in this bitch
Now I expose how scary you niggas is
And when you want the biz, my Brick City Outlawz'll bury you niggas
I'm so cool, when I'm doing my numbers
Flick a stick to the earth, doing my numbers
Yeah, motherfucker with that pound cake, nigga, wait
If shells get to dropping, you better duck
And get up popping or get left with your top split
Gangsta, yeah, put that work in
Put a nigga dick in the dirt, lace shots to the face
Hoping it's shut case, John Doe, unidentified
I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly
Now once before five, nigga, I had a picture on top of the coffin
Murda Inc. bosses
Whether you Blood or Cuzz, we all gangstas
Whether it's dope or coke, we all slang drugs
Whether you're hoing or stuck up, we still gon' fuck
Niggas don't want it with us 'cause it's Murda
Okay, you hard as fuck
But when the slug hits, you dead if your name ain't Arm or Truck
Murda Inc., Outlawz and the Floyds is here
Bang bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near
Stampede and anything in our way will attract war
If you smart, you'll slide over like handicapped doors
I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot
So when I squeeze, I'm turning your whole block to a parking lot
Understand I'm the grimy Floyd
Wanna trip to death? Then try me for it
Crazy since '94
That's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese stores
One step ahead of you, get more guys
You strapped with four fours, we pack four fives
Fuck talking, get the chalk out
You'll be lucky if you able to crawl or walk out
I live the pop life, so when I pop up in your life
And I pop twice, get down, I spit smoke and rounds
And niggas bleed heavier than hoes on they period
This sound got 'em moving faster than Furious
But nah, I ain't through the twist
I'm here to let y'all niggas know I ain't new to this
Gun bust your bitch, that's the way I get down
Believe my style is Murda
Clap a nigga, dip then hide the burner
The bullets'll learn you, bomb you like embalming fluid
Until your limbs feel a loss of movement
In the hospital in critical, living is minimal
Who done it? Murda, get the subliminal
Who gets down and bangs with nothing but criminals
Ru, nigga, you know it, piece of a cat's pitiful
Killer rap or the spiritual
Good God, good job, Ru, nigga, let's not get it confused
Whether you Blood or Cuzz, we all gangstas
Whether it's dope or coke, we all slang drugs
Whether you're hoing or stuck up, we still gon' fuck
Niggas don't want it with us 'cause it's Murda
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