[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can`t fuckin hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It`s the I-N-C nigga, it`s murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It`s real nigga, yeah, it`s real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM ??)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!
[Rapping]
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An` let `Lil J get ta airin` ya out.
An` if there`s any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An` let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it`s gon` read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an` died like penny."
An` Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
I mean ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin` peed on,
an` leaked on.
I`m talkin` `bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an` she told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an` occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin` in pumps an` tight `lildresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An` I know tha `Truth Hurts` when I bus` records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don`t care ta stand but Fifty you gon` get shot again
by the M-U-R-D-E-R INC, I`m tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an` blades. An` these Fed`s can`t discuss `em
cause while he violatin` ?? cryin` bitch to Russell like:
They shootin`...ahh makes ya shook an` got Bus` rhymin` tha sameol` hook.
Like, they shootin`...I ain`t shoot up ya land,
I`d a put ya in tha coroner van.
Like my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An` Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon` have waves, you`ll never know black pain
but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
Jus` get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin` thangs,
hideout wit `Loose Change`.
An` you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An` Dre, ya days comin` too cuz I got a team of misfits thatsquiet
an` handle they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN`...at all yall niggas,
an` `Lil Mo you jus` one of dem bitches
that ain`t had a hot song in how long? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother`s a crackhead and Kim is a known slut,
so what`s Haley gon` be when she grows up?
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)
