If It’s On It’s On Murder Inc. (Ft. 0-1, Black Child, Ca$h Money Click, Chris Black, DMX, Infared, Ja Rule & JAY-Z)
[Intro: Ja Rule]
Who this? Who we representing?
Motherfucking Top Dawg, nigga (nigga!)
You know what I'm saying?
I don't think y'all understand!
But yo, I'ma let y'all know
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Spare yourself the reality of an ass whippin'
That I'm giving when I be getting tight and start flippin’
On you bitch ass niggas that like forming them cyphers
It gets me hyper, on the real I'ma slice ya
Light ya ass up with sixteen or more
Slugs coming from my snub-nosed bulldog
Raw to the core, let's lay down some laws
This is Ja’s house, bow down or bring the war
Motherfuckers, ya’ll don't wanna touch what's hot
What it ever be, the mic, the Glock, the drug spot
Like a bitch, scared of life and taking chances
And right now, you’re showing more ass then exotic dancers
The answer is this, niggas don’t want to touch
Ja live, stronger than a fucking coke rush
See, on the streets, I’ll be killing niggas like cash got
Shit in the smash, blunts leaks with hash
[Verse 2: Infared]
Now I’m on a planet called dark in these streets I spark
3-2 get your ass sticked, so fuck a part
The enemy is in me, plus I take no prisoners
Nigga is crazy, caught up getting stabbed by their little sisters
Now I’m in my own world, I sell girls with pearls
Who sip Dom P, a half a pound of carmine
I roll up on Lennox, in a Lex with tenants
Go in the gambling spot with a knot, soles stomping up what's in it
I heard the nigga say short paper
But I let most get left with them hoes, I see them bitches later
I’m in the motherfucking streets full of creeps and freaks
I sell rocks on blocks where the hustlers never sleep
I’m in too deep and I can’t get out, cause it’s all about the clout
Sticking dicks in these bitches mouth
I'm I-N-F-A-R-uh-E-D, I’m from the UPT
Automatically, you can't fuck with me
Who this? Who we representing?
Motherfucking Top Dawg, nigga (nigga!)
You know what I'm saying?
I don't think y'all understand!
But yo, I'ma let y'all know
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Spare yourself the reality of an ass whippin'
That I'm giving when I be getting tight and start flippin’
On you bitch ass niggas that like forming them cyphers
It gets me hyper, on the real I'ma slice ya
Light ya ass up with sixteen or more
Slugs coming from my snub-nosed bulldog
Raw to the core, let's lay down some laws
This is Ja’s house, bow down or bring the war
Motherfuckers, ya’ll don't wanna touch what's hot
What it ever be, the mic, the Glock, the drug spot
Like a bitch, scared of life and taking chances
And right now, you’re showing more ass then exotic dancers
The answer is this, niggas don’t want to touch
Ja live, stronger than a fucking coke rush
See, on the streets, I’ll be killing niggas like cash got
Shit in the smash, blunts leaks with hash
[Verse 2: Infared]
Now I’m on a planet called dark in these streets I spark
3-2 get your ass sticked, so fuck a part
The enemy is in me, plus I take no prisoners
Nigga is crazy, caught up getting stabbed by their little sisters
Now I’m in my own world, I sell girls with pearls
Who sip Dom P, a half a pound of carmine
I roll up on Lennox, in a Lex with tenants
Go in the gambling spot with a knot, soles stomping up what's in it
I heard the nigga say short paper
But I let most get left with them hoes, I see them bitches later
I’m in the motherfucking streets full of creeps and freaks
I sell rocks on blocks where the hustlers never sleep
I’m in too deep and I can’t get out, cause it’s all about the clout
Sticking dicks in these bitches mouth
I'm I-N-F-A-R-uh-E-D, I’m from the UPT
Automatically, you can't fuck with me
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