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[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can´t fuckin hold me down nigga,

What the fuck these niggas thought,
It´s the I-N-C nigga, it´s murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It´s real nigga, yeah, it´s real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM I´MA SLAP THE SHIT OUTTA YOU BITCH!)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!

[Rapping]
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An´ let ´Lil J get ta airin´ ya out.

An´ if there´s any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An´ let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it´s gon´ read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an´ died like penny."
An´ Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine,
Ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin´ peed on,
an´ leaked on.
I´m talkin´ ´bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an´ Suge told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,

an´ occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin´ in pumps an´ tight ´lil dresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An´ I know tha ´Truth Hurts´ when I bus´ records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don´t care ta stand but Fifty you gon´ get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R, INC! I´m tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an´ blades. An´ these Fed´s can´t discuss ´em
cause while he violatin´ ?? cryin´ bitch to Russell like:
They shootin´...ahh makes ya shook an´ got Bus´ rhymin´ tha same ol´ hook.
Like, they shootin´...I ain´t shoot up ya land,
I´d a put ya in tha coroner van.

Like my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An´ Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon´ have braids, you´ll never know black pain
but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
Jus´ get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin´ thangs,
hideout wit ´Loose Change´.
An´ you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An´ Dre, ya days comin´ too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an´ handle they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN´...at all yall niggas,
an´ ´Lil Mo you jus´ one of dem bitches
that ain´t had a hot song in how long? NEVA!

Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother´s a crackhead and Kim is a known slut,
so what´s Hailie gon´ be when she grows up?

MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)