| Lyrics: | [Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom
silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas
thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses,
motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin
headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah, it's real
nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM ??)
MURDA
INC NIGGAS!!!
[Rapping]
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel
ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if
there's any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down
on ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here lie Fifty, who
snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an' died like penny."
An'
Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope
and Jimmy,
I mean ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' leaked
on.
I'm talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' she told me all about how ya used ta
take transvestites home,
an' occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in
pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth
Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don't care
ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-D-E-R INC, I'm tha rappa that
sings,
totes guns anc1 |
