[Intro: BJ]
Lights out n***as
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 n***as 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, n***a
Black Child, Tah Murda fucking Inc., n***a
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 late Frank Nitty, Ja the Big Poppa
For reasons of, we roll up in a big truck and pop ya
Mean like Hoffa, over the wheels, slump body marked imposta
What chall want?
[Verse 2: Tah Murdah]
Seem like y'all n***as ain't never gon' learn
Either you hitting, or the n***a getting hit
Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop
And never been, a small n***a
Always a score n***a
That be up in your braud n***a
You fraud n***a
Cop yae, from far, but never raw n***as
My A's and SK's will rob when it's war n***a
Product and money
So if you want fifteen, it's twenty
And if you less than ten, I won't bend
Or y'all n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a blushed with me
Got a n***a 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 n***as that get head, on the highway
And n***as hating
To see Satin
Or be played
I'm gon' tell yo' ho, you in hell waiting
While n***as on Earth
Flossed like they first
For what it's worth
Murderers blast first
[Interlude: BJ]
N***as respect murder everywhere
It's the streets
Nobody's dancing in the streets
Huh, the streets is ours man, murder
[Verse 4: Vita]
N***a, 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 n***a
Fuck you, then rob you n***a
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 n***as
Transport and jerk these n***as
And hurt these n***as
And I'll be there, when my n***as 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, n***as run
N***as 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
N***a's bitch I'm like he don't want none of the Murderers