[Talking]
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These faggot ass niggas,
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Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
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Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
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They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
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What the fuck these niggas thought,
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It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
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M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
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Ja Rule, haha
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Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
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Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
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It's real nigga, yeah, it's real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
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(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM, I'ma slap tha shit outta you bitch)
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MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!
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[Rapping]
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How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
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Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
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An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
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An' if there's any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
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An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
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California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
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it's gon' read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
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That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an' died like penny."
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An' Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
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ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
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I mean ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
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an' leaked on.
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I'm talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
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an' she told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
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an' occasionally wear thongs.
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No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
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my pumps, they leave big messes...
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An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
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Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
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I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
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by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
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totes guns an' blades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
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cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' bitch to Russell like:
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They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
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Like, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya land,
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I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
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Like my nigga J *muah*
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Tha Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
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An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
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You neva gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
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but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
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Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
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hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
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An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
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wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
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An' Dre, ya days comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
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an' handle they business, Cause....
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IM SHOOTIN'...at all yall niggas,
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an' 'Lil Mo you jus' one of dem bitches
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that ain't had a hot song in how long? NEVA!
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Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
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Em ya claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut,
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so what's Haley gon' be when she grows up?
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MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
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MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
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MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
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MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)
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Loose Change
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Ja Rule |