Lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule] Yo, uh, uh Rule nigga (yea, yea) Murderous (uh, yea) Uh, I.N.C. nigga What you want this (yea, yea, yea, yea) Uh, uh, uh, heh Still I.N.C. nigga (uh) What you want with this motherfuckers (uh, yea) Still I.N.C., uh [Verse 1: Ja Rule] Motherfucker, now when it's time to bust, I'ma gonna handle mine If it's you I mistrust, then you next in line You picked the fine time to fuck with the wrong niggas Put your mom's in a casket, we dem niggas And it figures that you might turn religious Put your life in God instead of baring your arms Chapter two, verse thirteen [?] know it It's kinda like having a key and then blow it But the darker it gеts, the brighter I shine I'm scrеaming 'fuck the world 'till it's mine' like Malcom in his prime Mistook like crime Spit off like nines And eight outta ten of my niggas is doing time If you can't snatch the jewel then pon your mind Rule nigga giving sight to the blind, it's still I.N.C., uh [Verse 2: Caddillac Tah] Motherfucker I scream 'murdah' 'Cause Murdah be Tah and I'm ready to give it to a nigga who feel he can't die I scream 'murdah' cause with murdah I'm all in Don't fall in, nigga picture me rollin', we ballin' I gots no respect for cowards who spit a few bars Rip a few cars, oh now niggas is gangsta Bitch niggas only get what they could scramble up While real niggas take shit, flip pies and bake shit Oh niggas on some hate shit I give you somethin' to hate Send you eight, leave you leakin' and eatin' through a IV Here's some advice, I'm nuttin' nice, nigga don't try me The same birds you chase, I let 'em fly by me I'm gon' get whether it's spittin' or clappin' them [?] You outta line, get a back hand [?] across your beard nigga Prepare yourself, you been rightfully wrong cause when you gone and your family mourn it's still I.N.C [Black Child talking] Word to God (uh huh) Y'all gon' make us really start killin' niggas (yea, yea) Fuck, y'all niggas want, huh (word to God) Y'all don't know shit is real nigga [Verse 3: Black Child] Yo, yo, yo, yo The world label us thug killers and drug dealers We don't give a fuck, just pass the Dutch nigga Fire it up, we gettin' high or what? We stay ironed up, y'all lying sluts We buyin' trucks nigga, supply and touch When we stick we stuck Nigga fuck Kurupt We The Murderers We'll murda ya And if you murder me, it's still I.N.C. nigga [Outro: Black Child] Uh huh, for real, for life, for death Y'all niggas gon' know Fuck that, niggas want it with us we gon' bring it to niggas Fuck that, we The Murderers, ain't nuttin' to stunt about Straight business Word to God Cutthroat Word to God nigga G's up hoes down If that bitch can't swim She gon' swallow a round nigga It's murda