Print

The Murderers- Yo, Throw your motha fuckin fingers in the air, Cause If ya'll dont give a what, like we dont give a what Everybody throw your fingers in the air!!!!! Tah Murda- Whenever the war is on, We're gonna pour it on Playaz is your feminint Here news from winnin it For the love of them Benjamins Keep em' leeking and leeking To dogs with his broads trembling SongtexteIm sending him, to the yard caused my adrenalin You slow mo (motion), playaz getting slow do Suck this popo, forever gross though Keep em' running like FloJoe, Flow So Sickest Murda, Clip Inserta Drop Pop and rip your worda We lust for more, cant touch crush the rope The clubbs bust the door, so we outta know That's why we've been blazed, nigga rose it up Run you, fuckin up the priest so you closed it up I'm one in a mil (million), feeling so you coming for real And I aint stopping until, Im holding a hundred mil, What's the deal You niggas there when you see the clamps, getting swirved Calling my thugs, Love is love YOU HEARD! Black Child- I earned connections, Everytime I spit with perfections Ya'll clowns gonna learn ya'll lesson Forget the bids, we spit for our kids Our motto is spread love for dead thugs That shed tears in hell, when it just set bail Pray to god in your cell, it's hard in jail >From pretty plates, with half a nickel flow Really though, they keep their dimes on the low Ya'll cowards is lame, commercial players get out the game We here know, things gonna change We bow to them things, I come through in the range for you Then ask what you really wanna do, test the ice for your sons Living life full of ones, I don't care where you from Do these bouts when we come, It's Black Child dun I'ma bum from the gutter, You better know, It's Murda WORDA MUTHA! The Murderers- Uh ha, Word to god make some noise, MUTHA FUCKAS!! Cause if yall don't give a what like we dont give a what Everybody raise they clickas in the air!!!!!!!!! Ja Rule- Playa, Im living my live, hitten your wife Twisting her up will I'm holla red baby keep it tight So I move like Versache and yall can't get enough of the murderers, It'll murda ya, playa what what I know yall ain't ready to die, Know why? Cause the pain is to much to bear while alive So I spare your life, then close my eyes Take another hit and then rip and blow minds Either I die writers hit the streets for every mind Gotta fear out of dispair like if you really care We gonna take as points, We getting a lot of doe Se me get in your Benz with thugs on the Range Murda Murderer Yo what you expected from us, we thugs you can't trust Gotta never give it up, we dedicated to street life gaming us I dont wanna be Wyclef I'm trying to build this treasure No thugs share awards for honeys that's acting harda Know we got the upper hand so keep your palms up People say they want it when Ja come in the lineup Guarantee you be getting doe making your times up Catch a chill about the code of the streets we live Play niggas, foreign people get killed for this So what what, Im hearing you holla we blow it up Murda Inc. is the mourge maybe I'll walk and touch Yeah, you here me, Murda Inc. Playaz!!!! CAUSE IF YA'LL DONT GIVE A WHAT LIKE WE DONT GIVE A WHAT EVERYBODY THROW YOUR FINGERS IN THE AIR!!!!!! Come on, Bring it to us The Murderers I-N-C Uh Tah Murdah, Black Child, Ja Rule It's War Time. Aus Songtexte Mania