Word to God, y'all know who the *** this is

You know we would kidnap yo kidz

You know what the *** we do

Murder bitch niggaz like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere

Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know

In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly

Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down

Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down

So now I rob and steal, spit *** you feal, wit a clique that kills

Yeah my ***'s that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all night My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be a-ait

And she was right and that's one reason why I love her

But everything she said went in one ear and out the other

Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?

Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you

I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle

But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow It's murda mother***er we don't beg or borrow

We take ***, *** you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit

You could feel the hatred, taste it

You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now The four five will calm you down, you under trauma now

It's drama how a child will shut *** down

Kill a *** for the *** of it I get you touched for chips

*** that ***, *** the whip, and *** you bitch

You can just *** If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

It's murda mother***er, we don't beg or borrow

We take ***, *** you and yo fake bitch

When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it

It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers

We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz

And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz Yo I give a *** if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off

Where the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz

And safes where the cake be, I take three to the vest

For the love of the dollas I put that hot *** thru you And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit

I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it

Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'

And brossen ***z y'all can't live Funny *** about it, ***s wanna hit me, forget about it

Thug *** I'm still livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it

I rob and stomp niggaz two third of my life

The other one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test

There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest

It's murda the only code to the ghetto

It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit

Gangsta ***, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip

I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you

You're holdin' hammers and nails and

We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

It's murda mother***er, we don't beg or borrow

We take ***, *** you and yo fake bitch

When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it

It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers

We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz

And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz Ja's a mutha***in' problem, any nigga think not, I'ma pop him

Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot 'em

Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone

Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes

Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish

Money, drugz, and murderer ***

What you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids Clap up yo crib, it's the murderaz

Who you know wit gunz that kill ***

Just because we're them hot ***z

Sell mo records than rock niggaz I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?

J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than isley

You can't deny me, I'm the mutha***in' one, druggin' bitches like heroin

The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your jewels To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose

But everything to live for thorough bread demand and supply the raw

I put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz

You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flames

It's murda and ain't *** gon change niggaz Mother***ers understand that

Let the God be his here nigga smirloff

Mother***ers

Oh my murdaraz

Murder INC ***s