[Intro: BJ]
Lights out niggas
Huh, you clowns, ha, ha, ha hah
The Murderers is here now
Game has changed
You know I mean
Nobody knows you anymore
Your records make no sense
You know what I mean
I just wanna know, all I wanna do, I just wanna know, how's it feel
Huh, let me know
What it feel like, huh?
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I know y'all niggas is, thinking in thought
How y'all gon' catch the Rule, let's catch a dude and send him the feud
But it won't do 'cause now I got a crew, nigga
Black Child, Tah Murda fuckin' Inc., nigga
O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater or the fucked up retter or the hot two seater, as long as the love with me
Hoods'll never forget me, I could put rocks in 'em and shine up the city
Like the late Frank Nitty, Ja the Big Poppa
For reasons of, we roll up in a big trucks and pop ya
Mean like Hoffa, over the wheels, slump body marked imposta
What chall want?
[Verse 2: Tah Murdah]
Seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn
Either you hitting, or the nigga getting hit
Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop
And never been, a small nigga
Always a score nigga
That be up in your braud nigga
You fraud nigga
Cop yae, from far, but never raw niggas
My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga
Product and money
So if you want fifteen, it's twenty
And if you less than ten, I won't bend
Or y'all niggas to run with it
Gun busting, I done did it
And anything else that come with it
You don't want it
If it's real, put the deal on it
Stand up niggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them
And that murder shit, I'm still on it
Murder for life
Give a fuck if you a accept it
You better respect it, unless it's, one of my fam' members
Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency
Laying where the dirt be
You dig this
Better recover with some big shit
Or duck when this fifth spit
Lights out niggas
Huh, you clowns, ha, ha, ha hah
The Murderers is here now
Game has changed
You know I mean
Nobody knows you anymore
Your records make no sense
You know what I mean
I just wanna know, all I wanna do, I just wanna know, how's it feel
Huh, let me know
What it feel like, huh?
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I know y'all niggas is, thinking in thought
How y'all gon' catch the Rule, let's catch a dude and send him the feud
But it won't do 'cause now I got a crew, nigga
Black Child, Tah Murda fuckin' Inc., nigga
O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater or the fucked up retter or the hot two seater, as long as the love with me
Hoods'll never forget me, I could put rocks in 'em and shine up the city
Like the late Frank Nitty, Ja the Big Poppa
For reasons of, we roll up in a big trucks and pop ya
Mean like Hoffa, over the wheels, slump body marked imposta
What chall want?
[Verse 2: Tah Murdah]
Seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn
Either you hitting, or the nigga getting hit
Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop
And never been, a small nigga
Always a score nigga
That be up in your braud nigga
You fraud nigga
Cop yae, from far, but never raw niggas
My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga
Product and money
So if you want fifteen, it's twenty
And if you less than ten, I won't bend
Or y'all niggas to run with it
Gun busting, I done did it
And anything else that come with it
You don't want it
If it's real, put the deal on it
Stand up niggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them
And that murder shit, I'm still on it
Murder for life
Give a fuck if you a accept it
You better respect it, unless it's, one of my fam' members
Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency
Laying where the dirt be
You dig this
Better recover with some big shit
Or duck when this fifth spit
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