| Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can’t be serious |
| What you think is gonna happen |
| with three of the illest niggas together |
| Street music and so fourth on one track, huh? |
| Can’t be serious, it’s murda nigga, huh, it’s Murda |
| Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don’t got the heart |
| To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark |
| Cause whether your for or against this |
| When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows |
| The weapons I possess they not for show |
| And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door |
| See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash |
| Or be one shot ass |
| J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you |
| Why would you fuck with me |
| Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit’cha |
| Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal |
| And promise you only one thing, to not miss you |
| Jahova know the god that served ya |
| Cause dead or alive when I arrive it’s Murda |
| Shit I hope ya’ll niggas know to lay low now |
| Cause thou shall perish if you don’t bow down |
| Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights |
| You shot twice god bless to this the night |
| That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life |
| And you dead right be in hell looking for ice |
| Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit |
| All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich |
| You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock |
| Flow semi-hot handling me your not |
| Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this |
| Rather beat your dick or your bitch |
| My flow be the sick shit, pray again |
| Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin |
| Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light |
| Niggas ain’t seein my plight, It’s alright |
| I let the world know I shine like ice |
| I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice |
| Cause I’m a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand |
| Spin in barrel and put it to your head |
| Cause we don’t dance no more all we do is cock and spit |
| Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit |
| Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further |
| Fuckin with I N C is Murda |
| I’m a crudy nigga, goin raw-dogin dirty bitches |
| And if I give birth I’m giving that shit to thirty bitches |
| You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy |
| I might smile up in your face but I ain’t your friend Poppy |
| Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don’t want it |
| Get it, Done it, when I’m blunted |
| However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin |
| I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin |
| And lettin off wasn’t nothing new to a nigga |
| Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga |
| I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit |
| You can’t understand why a man would have to take shit |
| Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit |
| I hit you in your head you won’t feel shit!!! |
| URRUURRRR… |
| Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass |
| Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger’s blast |
| A fucking snake in the truest form |
| Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong |
| Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop production |
| I need a block to function and maybe I’ll stop destructin |
| The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty |
| Cause you don’t need that shorty |
| you don’t know what to do with that shorty |
| You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor |
| Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?! |
| Them niggas did it raw, with no condom |
| You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them |
| Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff |
| Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if |
| Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster |
| But they don’t and you can’t so don’t think about after |
| Cause tomorrow ain’t comin, so stop runnin |
| cause you gonna die like a sucker |
| Murder Motherfucker!!! |
| Uh!, where my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh |
| My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam |
| Where my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at |
| Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby |
| Boomer One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker. |