[Black Child]
Uh huh, we did it
Motherfucker
Somebody gotta do it
It gotta get done, why not get it done with the gun?
Word to god
Yo yo yo



[Chorus: Ja Rule] X2
Murderer, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you'll have to kill us tomorrow
Murderer, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life of another?


[Black Child]
It's murda and its not a game
Y'all gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain
Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun
Taking income, makin bitch n***as run
The nine-one-one roll up n***a what
We got the four pound tucked, the Porsche look plush
N***as get fuckin clapped and killed for flossin
That probably why n***as get killed so often
Nothin' to live for type a n***a I did a bid for
Snitch bitch n***as that ain't built for war
Is it because we ain't got no love for thugs
And slugs for drugs, the worlds most murderous
Black Child, n***a you know how the fuck I do
Put two in you, then puff a blunt at your funeral
I might touch yo' click and fuck yo' bitch
But you never heard a n***a spit shit like this

[Chorus]


[Tah Murda]
When I'm gunnin' I'm coming on dope shit rubber grip
Four shit on the sawed off, blowin' the doors off the Range Rov' shit
Fo' sho' this, is somethin' we die for
And my murderers I lie and fry for
Murder man, when the shit hit the fan
The plan formulate, for instance, fuck a percentage you need the all the cake
Put the four to snakes make 'em lay for raw
Fuck the game, cause n***a I don't play no more
Size 'em up, nevermind if you ridin' tough
Count 'em out 'til his eyes is puff, despising us
I got hungry thugs that'll tie you up
And they ain't got a problem with, snub nose revolver shit
We hard to hit, my mom's a Crip
We thirsty n***as that'll rob ya bitch for the love of the chips
So when I'm soaking the whip, y'all n***as keep hatin'
Gotta stash where the heats placed in, paper I keep chasin'
Motherfucker, uh uh


[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Yo, yo
Forever young this face kills so many all die, n***a must I?
Confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why?
Would you ever disrespect my n***as
We murderous engines that lead to lynchin's
Index, itching, ready to run up and hit 'em
Let the teflon spin 'em, they say "look how Ja did 'em"
I a murderer, Inc'ed and blood you know you heard of us
Murderers juts because we the shh
Make a n***a much harder to hit with the ox
We can take it back, give me five minutes in the box
Or trade hot rocks 'til one of us drops
Nothin but shells and you can hear the shot for blocks
I'm giving 'em hell, while n***as steady hollerin' "stop"
I spit sixteens with aim and continue to pop
Motherfuckers, what'choo want with this shit
The murders I-N-C, n***a

[Chorus]