* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli Baltimore      [Funkmaster Flex]   Murder Inc baby      [Tah Murdah]   Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is   Take over nigga (gimme that shit man)   Funk Flex nigga   Murder Inc nigga   Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1   And my nigga Ja Rule      [Black Child & Tah Murdah]   Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here   And it's money and murda all year   Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us   A hundred mill is deep all black we killers   Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla   So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast   Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck   This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit   And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it   Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked   Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up   Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up   We blow dro in the no-smoking sections   Toting weapons, smokin sessions   Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest   When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death   Remorseless, yeah never the less   When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest   All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze    Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade   Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave   Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray   I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters   Which means it's still murda motherfucker      [Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]   Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth   That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south   Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce   I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough   And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all   Stop, wait, multiply the eight   Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one   Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun      [C.B.]   What, what..   What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+   When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming   Who the fuck what want it wit'cha   Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks   Sittin spittin fifty get wit me   Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes   Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right   Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog   I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars      [O1]   As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread   I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead   Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead   Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head   Y'all niggaz ready to die?   I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky   Niggaz ain't built for crime   Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics   Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga      [Chorus]      [Ja Rule]   Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you   That heat you spit, I spits that too   Put three in you, match yo' name   It's really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs   For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill   Cause nigga I happen to know you   It's about time I expose you   The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over   Get ready, the hostile murderers take over   You scared but don't know   Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps   I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it   I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it   I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they life   Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die   I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they eyes   Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life      [Tah Murdah]   My nigga BJ   Ronnie Bumps   My nigga Pre   My nigga Dirty   Funk Flex nigga   Funk Flex nigga