| Uh, uh, yeah
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| We back up in this motherfucker
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| Murder Inc
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| Ha ha
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| I go by the name of the Rule
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| You know
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| Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house
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| My nigga Buck, my clique niggas
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| My murder by number niggas
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| My nigga black, 0−1 you know
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| My new nigga life… what's happenin?
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| Yeah
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| Bout the let these bitches know like you know
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| When we fuckin em and shit all crazy
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| You want a nigga callin shit
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| We ain’t got time for that ma
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| We just come threw and murder the puss that all
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| Ha ha ha ha
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| Baby when your sexin me
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| I kinda like when ya… murder me
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| Baby… murder me
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| (Repeat once)
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| Listen love I know your used to gettin sweet nothings whispered to ya
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| But my dick game will ruined ya mind and influence ya to do certain things
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| Like hop in the range, in the rain, ass naked, to get spanked
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| This is your world and your doin your thing go ahead momma
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| I got no problem being on the bottom
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| The way you shake that ass like ho’s from Harlem
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| Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
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| Cuz baby I’m impressed, by the way you, shake them ass and hips
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| By the way you make me wanna leave the one I’m wit
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| Take the spot of being my «down ass bitch»
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| Baby murder me, heh
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| The way I murder you, heh
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| That look in your eyes is like the sunrise when your fuckin me
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| Baby when your sexin me
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| I kinda like when ya… murder me
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| Baby… murder me
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| (Repeat once)
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| Yo, yo
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| We can go from the bed to the hot tub
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| Until you get enough
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| Mommy I’ll call ya bluff and put it up in ya gut
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta, so I’ll hit her wit the gangsta touches
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| Bottle of henesey, dro and some dutches
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| Man I’ll pull up in like three in the mornin, honkin
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| You at the door wit a t-shirt on and a thongs
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| And tellin me come on in get out of the cold
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| But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though
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| Let me put a buck in your ear
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| And let you know I’m the thug of the year
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| And the last thing I do is care
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| Legs up, killin it, drillin it
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| Man she feelin it, shiverin, talkin in tounges
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| Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong
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| We get it on, like pong
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| Stars wit a gangsta twist to it
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| Now lets do it
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| So whenever your ready just page me
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| And you’ll see, How I murda, and hearda, the pussy
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| Baby when your sexin me
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| I kinda like when ya… murder me
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| Baby… murder me
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| (Repeat once)
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| Hold on baby you gotta holla at the king as your sexual pralus
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| Is more than wild it’s border lined and foul
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| Your look, your style, that freaky smile
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| Got me layin dick to ya god bless the child
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| I get hold it’s on I make ya scream and moan
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| The thugs nature, how could a nigga hate the
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| Way I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it
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| Lick her tits, break down the walls the basics
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| Face it, your fuckin wit a cocksman love
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| And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove
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| Paintin, no relation
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| Not alot of sation
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| Brought her own K-Y ready for penetration
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| I patient, I’ll murder the puss when I’m ready
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| But meanwhile, and me doin this Marvin Gay medley
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| And you’ll murder me the same way I murder you
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| Baby
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| Baby when your sexin me
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| I kinda like when ya… murder me
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| Baby… murder me
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| (Repeat Once) |