days It's the Inc. and Lopez now [Jennifer Lopez] Ain't it funny It's been awhile since you came around Now ya wanna see what's goin' down Tryin' to
took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V
s up baby? haha, Brooklyn son, what up what up? My nigga Lloyd, my nigga Caddy, my nigga C. Gotti, my nigga Young Merc, my nigga Blackchild (EXODUS), my
Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz What up Prince? My niggaz from The Source My fam, my nigga Zino, what's
here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin' Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
: (Ja Rule and Vita) Yo (we murderers, baby) Da Murderers (I here for you, baby) I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby) Vita, Ja Rule [Chorus] (Ja Rule
big dick From mistresses we roll triple sixes Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies They feel the energy like it's tenely Murder's the remedy
s Eastside til I die and that'll be some time So c'mon nigga let's ride, cuz it's murda for life And I murda shit right, and I murda shit tight These
see us six feet underground. see us 6 feet under ground It doesn't matter what those morons say It's Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me My demons
who feel me Are gonna hear me Especially hoes -n- extasy We got the murder man that's the spot to chill Got bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real
all was gon eat forever And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda We better eat together or meet at da crossroad Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold
of hoes and spend some cheese That's how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It Then down to D.C. where they,
you heard I.N.C. nigga it's murda {Case} {x2} It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life {Black Child} For life we gonna
can't fuckin hold me down nigga, What the fuck these niggas thought, It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder, M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers
] (Let's) Ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get
And c'mon if yo comin Chorus Verse Three: Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How its gonna go down Lay these niggas low-down Slow down
