[Intro: Ja Rule]
Yo, uh, uh
Rule n***a (yea, yea)
Murderous (uh, yea)
Uh, I.N.C. n***a
What you want this (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Uh, uh, uh, heh
Still I.N.C. n***a (uh)
What you want with this motherfuckers (uh, yea)
Still I.N.C., uh

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Motherfucker, now when it's time to bust, I'ma gonna handle mine
If it's you I mistrust, then you next in line
You picked the fine time to fuck with the wrong n***as
Put your mom's in a casket, we dem n***as
And it figures that you might turn religious
Put your life in God instead of baring your arms
Chapter two, verse thirteen [?] know it
It's kinda like having a key and then blow it
But the darker it gеts, the brighter I shine
I'm scrеaming 'fuck the world 'till it's mine' like Malcom in his prime
Mistook like crime
Spit off like nines
And eight outta ten of my n***as is doing time
If you can't snatch the jewel then pon your mind
Rule n***a giving sight to the blind, it's still I.N.C., uh
[Verse 2: Caddillac Tah]
Motherfucker I scream 'murdah'
'Cause Murdah be Tah and I'm ready to give it to a n***a who feel he can't die
I scream 'murdah' cause with murdah I'm all in
Don't fall in, n***a picture me rollin', we ballin'
I gots no respect for cowards who spit a few bars
Rip a few cars, oh now n***as is gangsta
Bitch n***as only get what they could scramble up
While real n***as take shit, flip pies and bake shit
Oh n***as on some hate shit
I give you somethin' to hate
Send you eight, leave you leakin' and eatin' through a IV
Here's some advice, I'm nuttin' nice, n***a don't try me
The same birds you chase, I let 'em fly by me
I'm gon' get whether it's spittin' or clappin' them [?]
You outta line, get a back hand [?] across your beard n***a
Prepare yourself, you been rightfully wrong cause when you gone and your family mourn it's still I.N.C

[Black Child talking]
Word to God (uh huh)
Y'all gon' make us really start killin' n***as (yea, yea)
Fuck, y'all n***as want, huh (word to God)
Y'all don't know shit is real n***a

[Verse 3: Black Child]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
The world label us thug killers and drug dealers
We don't give a fuck, just pass the Dutch n***a
Fire it up, we gettin' high or what?
We stay ironed up, y'all lying sluts
We buyin' trucks n***a, supply and touch
When we stick we stuck
N***a fuck Kurupt
We The Murderers
We'll murda ya
And if you murder me, it's still I.N.C. n***a
[Outro: Black Child]
Uh huh, for real, for life, for death
Y'all n***as gon' know
Fuck that, n***as want it with us we gon' bring it to n***as
Fuck that, we The Murderers, ain't nuttin' to stunt about
Straight business
Word to God
Cutthroat
Word to God n***a
G's up hoes down
If that bitch can't swim
She gon' swallow a round n***a
It's murda