Word to God Yo yo yo I neva liked cha'll niggas Word to God, and I neva will 'Cuz y'all niggas is ass, y'all bitches We different, y'all niggas ain't like us We different, word to God, we murderers
[Tah Murdah] Y'all niggas is scared and unprepared for the war We gon' kill "silence" and thats for sure So fuck that, stack crack, bricks and flip You bust yo' cap but yo' aim ain't accurate You'll clap a bitch but won't clap a click Nigga my mack'll spit and hit that ac' you with We gon' talk about guns and y'all talk about cars We gon' talk about murda when y'all talk about broads When niggas spit and hit me if the lord ain't with me Ain't none of y'all niggas is gonna come to hell and get me Niggas ?geling? with me know I'm going to foreva spit 'Cuz I got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ??? With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja If sellin crack is wrong, god forgive me for my sins I bust my mack ten and them claps I'm spinnin' in
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We different, you can call us the Murdera's We different, you don't wanna fuck with us We different, how we see the souls through the eyes Live for life, its murda for life nigga We different, you can call us the Murdera's We different, you don't wanna fuck with us We different, how we see the souls through the eyes Live for life, its murda for life nigga
[Black Child] My nigga silence is the code for killers, we let the chrome speak And touch whoeva, 'cuz no niggas beyond reach We the drum heat, y'all niggas will fall faster Spitting like nine raptors, crush 'em like linebackers Nigga, this shit is a joke? You die and ??? the laughter And thats for, whoever intervene or stoppin the green in it For the longevity, check the pedigree So if I feel you ahead of me, tomorrow you'll neva see We murderers with money to get, honies to hit ?Rugars? and dummies to spit, leavin you mummy to stiff I'm one that'll flip, breakin the law chasin the raw Beat you with the barrel of the gun, breakin ya jaw Takin it all, fuck leavin the crumbs for niggas Slum jones for niggas, now I strap up and come for niggas And when I'm done with niggas they rest on they death bed With the doctor pullin lead outta they head I'll die for the bread
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[Ja Rule] I don't really give a fuck about y'all niggas I'll sabotage with niggas, 'cuz niggas actin like bitches Causing me to start shittin, I'm the Murderer Who the fuck you thought you was? Little man shut the fuck up, respect the boss You gotta be kidding me, nigga you a kid to me Suckin my dick when I was with the Click in nine-three Get'cha own identidy, you fuckin dick ridah A year ago, nigga you was a b-boy for lifah Stay frontin, when all eyes on the Jeeps The only nigga I see puching somethin is me I should be sunnin' y'all niggas for y'all cut Fuckin on y'all sluts, but cha'll niggas aint worth that much You should be glad I'm shittin and shed light to the fact If you shit back then maybe y'all niggas might go plat I'm the pinnacle of that, young, stressed, and black Think it out with the mind with the heart, attack In the soul I tend to get attached, these the things that Make me different, undeniably gifted Its scripted that I'ma kill 'em all from the heart The world's most dangerous, race against time, and march Y'all niggas wanna start the war right now I hit 'em up and tear 'em right to the ground Its the Murdera's, nigga you want it with us? What the fucks up? What the fucks up nigga?
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