Текст песни The Murderers f Black Child, Ja Rule, Ta - Rebels Symphony, слова песни The Murderers f Black Child, Ja Rule, Ta - Rebels Symphony

The Murderers f Black Child, Ja Rule, Ta

Rebels Symphony

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Текст песни The Murderers f Black Child, Ja Rule, Ta - Rebels Symphony

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(Someone Talking)Lights out niggas! (Huh)You clowns (Ha, Ha, Ha)The Murderers is here nowThe game has changedYou know what I meanNobody knows you anymoreYour records make no senseYou know what I meanI just want to know, all I want to do, I just want to know, how does it feelHuh, let me know What it feel like, huh (Ja Rule)I know y`all niggas is, thinking of thoughts, how y`all gon` catch the RuleIt`s, catch a dude and, send the feudBut it won`t do, `cause now I got a crew niggaBlack Child, Tah, Murda fucking Inc. niggaO-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heaterOr the fucked up rental, or a hot two seaterAs long as the love with meHoods will never forget me I could put raps in them, and shine up the cityLike elected Frank Nitty, jot a Big PoppaFor reasons of, we run up in a big truck and pop yaMidnight operaOver the wheels, slug body marks, and pop up (Tah Murdah)Seem like y`all niggas ain`t never gon` learnEither you hitting, or the nigga getting hit`Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon` popAnd never been, a small nigga Always a score niggaThat be up in your braud nigga You fraud niggaCop yae, from far, but never raw niggasMy A`s and SK`s will rob when it`s war niggaProduct and moneySo if you want fifteen, it`s twentyAnd if you less than ten, I won`t bendOr y`all niggas to run with itGun busting, I done did itAnd anything else that come with itYou don`t want itIf it`s real, put the deal on itStand up niggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on themAnd that murder shit, I`m still on itMurder for lifeGive a fuck if you a accept itYou better respect it, unless it`s, one of my fam` membersLeave whoever into this involvement in legal tendencyLaying where the dirt beYou dig thisBetter recover with some big shitOr duck when this fifth spit (Someone Talking)Another question: Is you willing to die just as much as you want to kill? (Black Child)I went from handcuff recovering Blowing up from bubblingShot musclingAll my checks doubled inFuck tusslingWord to GodGot a hundred men, with guns and temsAnd we love Mack-10`sSince the sex, got a nigga blushed with meGot a nigga wetDropped the lex Copped the techWe cashing checks, sonWe out to get the decimalsDon`t know about the rest of youYou fucking with professionalsMurderers, that will split your juggle upMotherfucker I`ll cut yaAnd you think Tah touch yaThen we flip shit with bitches that ride all dayAnd niggas that get head, on the highwayAnd niggas hating To see SatinOr be playedI`m gon` tell yo` hoe, you in hell waitingWhile niggas on EarthFlossed like they firstFor what it`s worthMurderers blast first (Someone Talking)Niggas respect murder everywhereIt`s the streetsNobody`s dancing in the streetsHuh, the streets is ours man, murder (Vita)Nigga, it`s so hard to say good-byeI wonder whyTake a sneak peak kissing herbs on a highHah, I`m down for whatever, wheneverMurderers stick togetherSee Vita, be that chick to hard throb you nigga Fuck you, then rob you niggaA grimy braud, that will set you and wet youLeave you for my dogs to fetch youTie you up and wet youUnless you, talking pacos againIt don`t matterThe longer we spend, the longer we winAnd Gotti, showed me how to work these niggas??? these niggasAnd hurt these niggasAnd I`ll be there, when my niggas need bailCatch a body, take the stand, and won`t tellT-tale, I flip wholesale retailCheap, so you can get deep into this female (Someone Talking)Gangstas and hoes are togetherDon`t let nobody tell you no different, manIt`s the beginning of timeI love my bitches Motherfucker it`s on oneWhen I come through, niggas runNiggas knowEquipped with guns, ya heard soYou get plugged up and gutted outFound dead with a gun in your mouthNow what you talking about?Scold on these streetsI`m involved with thugs, who carry heatTo lift you off your feetThe riding suiteBut when it`s time to eat, the guns comeNigga`s bitch I`m like he don`t want none of the Murderers

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