The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz   You think this shit is a game nigga   Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga   The fuck is wrong wit y'all      It's Murder Inc nigga   With some Dave Bing shit   Stop gettin' it fucked up   Yeah      Yo the first dollar for me, I admit it the block did it   Murder came with it, nice cars and dime bitches   Hangin' out late, nicknamed the milk-crate   But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines      Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine?   On the grind, you better keep your ass in line   'Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga   You was watchin' me through your window nigga      Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes   Middle finger in the air screamin', fuck one time   As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out   Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out      Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax   Take a deep breathe, now take six to the chest   Ten to the neck, just in case you wearin' a vest   And that's the whole sixteen coppin' in safeen      Motherfucker when you see Tah   Bet I'm holdin' a fifth and a full clip   At any given moment to flip on some bullshit   Spit it sick, flowin' like alien and I'm way beyond flashin'      So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin'   I mastered the game, accurate aim put two in you   Slappin' your dame, jump back in the range   For this hover dough      Rapidly gunnin' the floor like a calico   Let it rip, reload and spit a hundred more   Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho   I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cuz my steel is heavy   And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box   Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks      I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps   But now I'm on some click-clack   Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that   Where they at, y'all niggaz want it   We right here, let me make myself clear   Nigga we can't be touched, the fuck y'all want      From rob men that rob grown men   And be the one hustlin' 'til the one come in   The worst niggaz cock back and spit for gin   'Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from Wood Hall   Thugs who seen it all, this is war   The streets ain't the same no more      Niggaz came to keep the roar but [unverified] on the floor   Let's explore, whoever's quick on the draw is the law   The fuck you set these rules for it's the streets   My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat   Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs   Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club      Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb   Motherfucker, do you know me?   Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely   My slugs will be your homeys   Pop the glock and make you know me      I was only fourteen, doin' my thing   Gettin' cream in Jamaica Queens   Niggaz scheme for they dreams   Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot      Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block   Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks   Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box   Black Child couldn't go play with the children      'Cuz I was too busy pumpin' up them jums in the buildin'   While most kids went to school to maintain   I was in the spot cookin' up cocaine   The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy      Caught a body and shot up his house party   Time to relocate, I better transport my weight   Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state   Catch me in Virginia, I ain't gonna never surrender   Unless I'm dead or injured   And that's somethin' to remember nigga      Yo, it ain't nothin' but murder one   Niggaz holdin' they guns and bustin' 'em   My niggaz foul son, we spray up the block   And leave bystanders numb and brain dumb      Niggaz heard the shots but where they comin' from   I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off   But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred   So I came off, if it's murder you want, it's murder I give      Makin' it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids   No question, murder perfection dog   I'm runnin' through you and into the Lord I never prayed for   God knows I'm layin' for him, bustin' at the sky      My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him   You better believe him, killin' niggaz dead for this dream   By any means I'm deadin' your team, destroyin' your dreams   Now hows 'bout this nigga, oh, goin' all out for the dough      Yo, I show out, fuck around and get blowed out   Ugh