| Ja’s the dream and nigga’s wake up and sweats its about
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| Horse head in your bed, nigga
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| Gun your mouth
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| Potty it out
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| Wrong nigga
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| Spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liqour
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| Cause my niggas run through lesbians
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| Niggas, that act like brawds
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| Feel the strip and thus be gone
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| Hold up, nigga that done spread up
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| You might wanna keep in touch with the murderers
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| Cause we, the murderers I.N.C
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| Is above yall niggas, it’s the lord in me
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| And we can never be at a love’s lost
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| But you, showed me love ain’t boss
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| Feel the force
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| This young horse
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| Known as rule
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| Gave more paper to jigga for my ewls
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| And lord knows ain’t no pussy going to stop my flow
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| I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the door
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| (~Vita~)
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| You that motherfucking bitch, Vita nigga
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| You want me to ryde you nigga
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| Clap up and hide you nigga
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| Been beside my niggas for this long
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| I’m keeping my head right and tight and doe long
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| I can go on, about shit I’ve been through
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| Transponed, keys are in too
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| Shit I got issues
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| If I pop a bitch
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| Then she probably a snitch
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| L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit
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| When my niggas from my bitches
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| Sold drugs from niggas to the murderes
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| I’m the bitch, sometimes I even spit on chicks
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| Cause in the clubs, I sip Crys', and I piss the shit, baby
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| I know your brawds been feeling me, lately, now livin and lay
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| Cause I touch them with gun blades, dark is us
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| Any light, shine, we bust
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| Vita, Gotti and Rule, we make up the murderers
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| (~Vita~)
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| The reasons why I pop between the lie
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| Be the same reasons I clap off the nines
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| Roll up on bronx, like, who da hot bitch
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| And stock, with some sweats, humpin out on sixth
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| (Ja Rule)
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| That’s it, go head baby, floss out bitches
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| But me, I’m continue to clap niggas
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| Strike and heavy hitters that, play the field, reveal
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| Pull that weapon and re-keep the seal
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| (Vita and Ja Rule)
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| It’s murder to the end (It's murder for life)
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| Only Jesus Christ made us a strong sacrifice
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| These niggas I die for, lies to the fed form
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| Set out these bitch niggas, I pick them in bad form
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| (Ja Rule)
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| Baby, I’m long gone, but I’m loyal
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| For the love that you show your bitches
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| And spread to your thugs
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| And they tongue kiss slugs
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| When the fucking wit us
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| You crazy, that’s why (We Murderers baby!) |