[Dave Bing]

The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz

You think this shit is a game nigga

Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga

The fuck is wrong wit y'all

It's Murder Inc nigga

With some Dave Bing shit

Stop gettin it fucked up

Yeah



[Dave Bing]

Yo the first dollar for me

I admit it the block did it

Murder came with it

Nice cars and dime bitches

Hangin out late

Nicknamed the milk-crate

But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines

Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine

On the grind, you better keep your ass in line

Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga

You was watchin me through your window nigga

Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes

Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time

As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out

Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out

Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax

Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest

Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest

And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen



[Tah Murdah]

Motherfucker when you see Tah

Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip

At any given moment to flip on some bullshit

Spit it sick, flowin like alien

And I'm way beyond flashin

So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin

I mastered the game, accurate aim

Put two in you

Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range

For this hover dough

Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico

Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more

Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho

I hope y'all niggaz really ready cuz my steel is heavy

And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box

Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks

I pisse