Murda Murda Cuban Link (Ft. Ja Rule)

[Intro: Alfred Hitchcock & Ja Rule]
How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
This is music to be murdered by
Murder, murder
You know what it is

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Yo, son, I come through like John Wu shooting cops
Yo, move, I'm Top Gun dropping bombs on you like Tom Cruise
Don't get it confused, I'm quick to leave you dead on the news
I got nothing to lose, sick in the head like Bishop from Jews
Split you in two parts, bitch, go ask the wizard for a new heart
Cuba rip your crew apart with just a few bars
You know the repertoire Terror Squad, I'm in for life
The Bronx bumper from Havana with my pins in stripes
Niggas is nice spittin' venom on thе mic device, I'm poison
Don't make mе grab the knife and slice and dice your organs
I'm turning men to mice twice my size for flossing
Like they imported so the price is life extortion
Caution, son, I'm dangerous, I don't rob and talk too much
I just aim and bust, turn your brains to mush like angel dust
Bring the rush in plain English, y'all niggas can't bang with us
A gang of thugs who love to get drunk up in the clubs
And ram shit up, stay punchin' niggas dead in they mug
If it ain't my blood, it must be yours staining the rug
This ain't a game we playing, we bring the pain like (What)
Yo, word up