| Yo, that’s right
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| Niggas just ain’t, doin' it how we doin' it
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| Nah mean son? |
| I G
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| Murder INC
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| Takin' flight
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| We go hard
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| Betta get it right
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| We go hard! |
| yeah
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| Player not for nuttin'
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| I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low
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| Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe
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| That’s for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go
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| Down to the bottom
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| Chop up crack
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| Playin' the blocks and
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| Still wouldn’t matter, push the rock well like Stockton
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| Paper chasin', chasin' acres
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| Operation get rich, take money over a bitch
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| You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks
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| Playin' hard in the porch, plush
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| Young thuggin' and bossed up
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| Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin'
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| We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga
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| Really is nothing
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| Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit
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| Got the industry on romadon
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| While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perinon
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| So for life it’s murder
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| Ice burners, stacks and trucks
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| We after bucks, mother fucker!
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| Murder INC
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| Murder INC.'s the underdog
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| It’s a blessin' to ball
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| We learn a lesson from y’all
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| How not to fall
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| Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery
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| When Murder INC. drop albums, that’s when gangstas party
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| What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade
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| Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy
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| Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks
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| Throw it up, put it down for the streets
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| Who wouldn’t fall in love, with a life like this
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| Hittin' hoes that’s priceless
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| In tight icebergs shit
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| You can blame the drugs
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| It ain’t gon' change to slugs
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| A famous thug
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| Pain is love, mother fuckers!
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| Who would’ve thought, we get away with manslaughter
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| Numerous cars, cribs off the water
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| A playa no longer, life’s gettin' shorter
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| Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders
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| The Rule don’t condone this
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| Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless
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| Until blow got on the rise
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| Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies
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| But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag
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| And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag
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| They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags
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| Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds
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| Y-D to O-G, the game chose me
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| R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G
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| We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs
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| Pain is love, it’s murda
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| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
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| And every time we breathe, it’s Murder I-N-C
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| You know it’s love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
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| And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
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| You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
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| And every time we breathe, it’s Murder I-N-C
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| You know it’s love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
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| And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
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| Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit
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| Stay on that gangsta shit
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| See what we do when we do what we do when we do it
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| Stay on that gangsta shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Inc. , by - Ja Rule. Song from the album Pain Is Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп