[Caddillac Tah talking]
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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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[Chorus (2X)]
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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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[Caddillac Tah]
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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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[Black Child]
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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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[Chorus (2X)]
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[Ja Rule]
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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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[Chorus (2X)]
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[Ashanti]
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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
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The Inc.
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Ja Rule |