Tytuł: The Inc.

• Wykonawca: Ja Rule
• Wyświetleń: 248

[Caddillac Tah talking]
  Yo, that's right
  Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it
  Nah mean son? I G
  
  [Chorus (2X)]
  Murder INC.
  Takin' flight
  We go hard
  Betta get it right
  
  [Caddillac Tah]
  We go hard! yeah
  Player not for nuttin'
  I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low
  Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe
  That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go
  Down to the bottom
  Chop up crack
  Playin' the blocks and
  Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well like Stockton
  Paper chasin', chasin' acres
  Operation get rich, take money over a bitch
  You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks
  Playin' hard in the porch, plush
  Young thuggin' and bossed up
  Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin'
  We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga
  Really is nothing
  Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit
  Got the industry on romadon
  While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perinon
  So for life it's murder
  Ice burners, stacks and trucks
  We after bucks, mother fucker!
  
  Murder INC.
  
  [Black Child]
  Murder INC.'s the underdog
  It's a blessin' to ball
  We learn a lesson from y'all
  How not to fall
  Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery
  When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party
  What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade
  Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy
  Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks
  Throw it up, put it down for the streets
  Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this
  Hittin' hoes that's priceless
  In tight icebergs shit
  You can blame the drugs
  It ain't gon' change to slugs
  A famous thug
  Pain is love, mother fuckers!
  
  [Chorus (2X)]
  
  [Ja Rule]
  Who would've thought, we get away with manslaughter
  Numerous cars, cribs off the water
  A playa no longer, life's gettin' shorter
  Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders
  The Rule don't condone this
  Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless
  Until blow got on the rise
  Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies
  But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag
  And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag
  They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags
  Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds
  Y-D to O-G, the game chose me
  R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G
  We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs
  Pain is love, it's murda
  
  [Chorus (2X)]
  
  [Ashanti]
  You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
  And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
  You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
  And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
  You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
  And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
  You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
  And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
  Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit
  Stay on that gangsta shit
  See what we do when we do what we do when we do it
  Stay on that gangsta shit