Rebels Symphony

Album cover art for "Rebels Symphony" by Murder Inc. Records & Ja Rule & Vita & Caddillac Tah & 0-1 & BJ & Black Child

Murder Inc. Records & Ja Rule & Vita & Caddillac Tah & 0-1 & BJ & Black Child - Rap, East Coast Rap

Rebels Symphony

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Duration: 3:45

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[Intro: BJ] Lights out niggas Huh, you clowns, ha, ha, ha hah The Murderers is here now Game has changed You know I mean Nobody knows you anymore Your records make no sense You know what I mean I just wanna know, all I wanna do, I just wanna know, how's it feel Huh, let me know What it feel like, huh? [Verse 1: Ja Rule] I know y'all niggas is, thinking in thought How y'all gon' catch the Rule, let's catch a dude and send him the feud But it won't do 'cause now I got a crew, nigga Black Child, Tah Murda fuckin' Inc., nigga O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater or the fucked up retter or the hot two seater, as long as the love with me Hoods'll never forget me, I could put rocks in 'em and shine up the city Like the late Frank Nitty, Ja the Big Poppa For reasons of, we roll up in a big trucks and pop ya Mean like Hoffa, over the wheels, slump body marked imposta What chall want? [Verse 2: Tah Murdah] Seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn Either you hitting, or the nigga getting hit Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop And never been, a small nigga Always a score nigga That be up in your braud nigga You fraud nigga Cop yae, from far, but never raw niggas My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga Product and money So if you want fifteen, it's twenty And if you less than ten, I won't bend Or y'all niggas to run with it Gun busting, I done did it And anything else that come with it You don't want it If it's real, put the deal on it Stand up niggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them And that murder shit, I'm still on it Murder for life Give a fuck if you a accept it You better respect it, unless it's, one of my fam' members Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency Laying where the dirt be You dig this Better recover with some big shit Or duck when this fifth spit [Interlude: BJ] Another question: Is you willing to die Just as much as you want to kill? [Verse 3: Black Child] I went from handcuff recovering Blowing up from bubbling Shot muscling All my checks doubled in Fuck tussling Word to God Got a hundred men, with guns and tems And we love Mack-10's Since the sex, got a nigga blushed with me Got a nigga wet Dropped the lex Copped the tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Don't know about the rest of you You fucking with professionals Murderers, that will split your juggle up Motherfucker I'll cut ya And you think Tah touch ya Then we flip shit with bitches that ride all day And niggas that get head, on the highway And niggas hating To see Satin Or be played I'm gon' tell yo' ho, you in hell waiting While niggas on Earth Flossed like they first For what it's worth Murderers blast first [Interlude: BJ] Niggas respect murder everywhere It's the streets Nobody's dancing in the streets Huh, the streets is ours man, murder [Verse 4: Vita] Nigga, it's so hard to say good-bye I wonder why Take a sneak peak kissing herbs on a high Hah, I'm down for whatever, whenever Murderers stick together See Vita, be that chick to hard throb you nigga Fuck you, then rob you nigga A grimy broad, that'll set you and wet you Leave you for my dogs to fetch you Tie you up and wet you Unless you, talking pacos again It don't matter The longer we spend, the longer we win And Gotti, showed me how to work these niggas Transport and jerk these niggas And hurt these niggas And I'll be there, when my niggas need bail Catch a body, take the stand, and won't tell Detail, I flip wholesale retail Cheap, so you could get deep into this female [Interlude: BJ] Gangstas and hoes go together Don't let nobody tell you no different, man Since the beginning of time I love my bitches, man That's for real [Verse 5: O-1] Motherfucker it's on one When I come through, niggas run Niggas know Equipped with guns, ya heard so You get plugged up and gutted out Found dead with a gun in your mouth Now what you talking about? Scold on these streets I'm involved with thugs, who carry heat To lift you off your feet The riding suite But when it's time to eat, the guns come Nigga's bitch I'm like he don't want none of the Murderers

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Credits

Writers
  • Ja Rule
  • Black Child
  • Caddillac Tah
  • Irv Gotti
  • Dat Nigga Reb
  • 0-1
  • Charlie Smalls