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(feat. Black Child, Ja Rule, Tah Murdah, Vita) [Tah Murda] Yo, throw your motherfuckin middlefingers in the air, nigga Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck Throw your motherfuckin fingers in the air Motherfucker, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on Niggas to be feminine Guns rapidly scenative For the love of the Benjamins Keep em' leeking and bleeking To dogs with his brawds trembling I'm sending him, till the LORD calls my adrenalin You slow mo, niggas getting slow dough Fuck your po-po, I let the flow blow Keep em' running like Flo-Joe, I flow so Sickest Murder! Clip Inserter! Drop Pop and rip your wordah We lust for more, cant touch crush the rope Hit a clubs rush the door, niggas fuck the *known That's why we've been blazed to you froze it up, Had your name to the crease so you closed it up I'm one in a mil, niggas got me gunning for real Leaving you nothing to steal, so no pain to feel So fuck the world! Ya either get SongtexteWhen you see the sink, skin no more than my thugs than your guns let off [Black Child] I earned connections, everytime I burn my weapon Ya'll niggas gonna learn your lesson Fuck the feds, nigga we spit hollow heads Our motto is shed blood for dead thug That shed blood in hell, when my slugs set bail Pray for death from your cell, I won't bet we got to jail From pretty niggas, with half a nickel flow Them bitch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low Ya'll niggas is lame, commercial niggas get out the game We here now, shits gonna change We spit them things, from point blank range at you Then ask what the fuck you goin' do, test the mic on your gun Lose your life and your ones, I don't give a fuck where you from Niggas run when we come, I bust my gun Cause I'm a bum from the gutter, You better know It's Murda! Motherfucker! Y'all ain't hear me Y'all with me Throw your fuckin fingers up, motherfucker Cause if y'all don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Throw your motherfuckin fingers in the air [Ja Rule] Nigga, I'm, living my live, fucking your wife Bending her up, while I'm holla red and I don't give a fuck So I move like like it such, and ya'll can't get enough, of the murderers It'll murda ya'll, nigga, what, what, I know yall are ready to die, know why Cause the pain is too much to bare while alive So I cock my nine, then close my eyes Take another hit and then crip and blow minds These are hard times niggas, in these streets and bust blind Out of fear, out of dispair, but never in the air We gonna take this, Point Blank range in your Range Rover Pistol with the kids and rape your stray hoe We the Murderers, yo, what you expect from us, We niggas you can't trust, that don't really give a fuck, We dedicated to street life, game and hustle, I dont wanna be White, let them black and live for struggle My niggas tow guns for hittin you and your squad up, Now we got the upper hand so keep your palms up Niggas, if you want it with Ja come in and line up Guaranteed, you be meeting your maker when you times up Negative, I can go into the streets we live Paper, foreign niggas be murdering shit So what, what, Niggas is holla, yo what up Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched Motherfuckers, ya hear me, Murder Inc. niggas Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Throw your motherfucking fingers in the air! [Vita] We don't give a what, what, All of my ladies, it's all gravy Get your tubs up It's Murder, turn it up Plus, ain't nobody hotter than Totti So who you riding with Ladies hating blatently hating cause they ain't hiding Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick That'll chase you, that'll strip you off your crown and replace you When I stay laced boo, in the top of the line, in the finest designers, from Fendi and Gabbana Players if you want it, I got it, just come and get it Thugs if you hustling hustling, come and get it Mommy if you rolling with Totti, let's get this dough off We don't give a fuck! What! [fades out] Aus Songtexte Mania