Irv Gotti Presents... The Murderers — текст песни (The Murderers f Vita)

[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?

[Ja Rule]
Niggas know the name
Bitches know the name
V-I-T-A
Hoes stay in lane

[Vita]
Just in case you didn`t know
Vita be that feisty chick
Not really impressed with ice and shit
See I`m more concerned with dough
How to stack it and let it grow
Picture me in a custom drop five double O
Y`all don`t know
I spit it sick like Lupus
Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this
And the truth is I`m nothing nice
Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice
This is for my, slick cats moving some `vest
And all of my bitches who`s stripping trying to pay for some messes
Don`t get discouraged get your dough mama
You better know I`mma milk this game until I`m filthy
See how I`m built G
Genuine dime one of a kind
So what you selling I ain`t buying
So nigga, stop trying
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat

[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?

[Tah Murdah]
Niggas know the name
Bitches know the name
V-I-T-A
Way ahead of the game nigga

[Vita]
You like it? Want it?
Get it got it and flaunt it
Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid
If you hearing that hot shit
Then you know that I spitted
And bitches you shitted on
Then you know that I shitted
I never been the type to like to hound no nigga
My world don`t revolve around no nigga
See I don`t put it down for niggas
Cock and bust rounds for niggas
And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas
It`s Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater
Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue
Balling like Rebecca Lobos
Spitting this fire so you birds will burn
What it`s gone take for y`all to learn?
That you broads got fat while I starved it`s my turn
It won`t stop until well over a billion is burned
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat

[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?

[Black Child]
Niggas know the name
Bitches know the name
V-I-T-A
And ain`t shit gone change

[Vita]
Now all my bitches is you with me?
[Tah Murdah]
We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone
[Black Child]