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bitch. When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it. It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers. We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz. And tell thugz live it up till yo time
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. 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna bleed tonight. My nigga's gonna to eat tonight. Somebody's goin' six feet tonight. 'Coz it's murda, murda You better bring the best 16 when you fuckin' with
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Yo, y'all niggaz don't know but we about to fuckin' let y'all know. You gonna get a motherfuckin' up close interview. With the motherfuckin' murderers. Niggaz is gonna let y'all know about us, The
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The * is wrong with y'all niggaz. You think this * is a game nigga. Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga. The * is wrong wit y'all It's Murder Inc nigga. With some Dave Bing *
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' your wife. Bendin' her up while I'm hollerin', I don't give a *. So I move like like it such and y'all can't get enough. Of The Murderers, it'll murda y'all, nigga, what, what? I know y'all are
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. Like when Oswald took the rap for killin a Kennedy We in the street, not industry, niggaz. And because we're called the Murderers. That don't make us killaz, now does it?. Now it's not home but still
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aisle, yelling that the murderers are everywhere and they're lining up,. Carving M in your side. Pull the curtains back. Kill all the house lights. Pin the dress lotus flowers. The silk is spinning
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Woods. Where you from? We never heard of ya. Walking with the murderers, niggas that'll murder ya. Steal you like a burglar. Seen the souls long gone before I got them. He was dead before I shot him
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be confused by the murderers. Goodness is bigger than us you can't see it cause. It is silent yeah but it's feeding this world. You are not depressed cause you fight out of love. Everything is a test
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All for one, one for all. This is motherfuckin' beautiful. Talk to 'em baby This for the cold D's that won't snitch. For the murderers that won't miss. For the hustlers that'll front bricks. For
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. 'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk. Manhunt, police searches, swat ran in my crib. Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids. Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz. She paranoid