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Les paroles de The Inc
| | | Artiste: | Rule Ja |
| | Album: | Pain Is Love | | Titre: | The Inc | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 100 fois | | | | Paroles: | The Inc.
[Caddillac Tah talking]
Yo, that's right
n***as just ain't, doin' it how we
doin' it
Nah mean son? I G
[Chorus] (2X)
Murder INC.
Takin' flight
We
go hard
Betta get it right
[Caddillac Tah]
We go hard! yeah
Player not for
nuttin'
I spit fo' and leave a n***a bent up fo' sho', get low
Only got love for gangsta
n***as, get doe
That's for all the hatin' n***as waitin' to see me go
Down to the
bottom
Chop up crack
Playin' the blocks and
Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well
like Stockton
Paper chasin', chasin' acres
Operation get rich, take money over a
bitch
You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks
Playin' hard in the porch,
plush
Young thuggin' and bossed up
Touch n***as clutchin' what they know they
bustin'
We can do whatever n***a, whenever n***a
Really is nothing
Murder killa, we
crush 'em, s***
Got the industry on romadon
While we celebrate tastin' bottles of
Perinon
So for life it's murder
Ice burners, stacks and trucks
We after bucks, mother
f***er!
Murder INC.
[Black Child]
Murder INC.'s the underdog
It's a
blessin' to ball
We learn a lesson from y'all
How not to fall
Black Child will body a
beat, this is airway robbery
When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party
What
chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade
Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy
Eat, sleep, eat
and watch freak t.v.
Throw it up, put it down for the streets
Who wouldn't fall in love,
with a life like this
Hittin' hoes that's priceless
In tight icebergs s***
You can
blame the drugs
It ain't gon' change to slugs
A famous thug
Pain is love, mother
f***ers!
[Chorus] (2X)
[Ja Rule]
Who would've thought, we get away with
manslaughter
Numerous cars, cribs off the water
A playa no longer, life's gettin'
shorter
Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders
The Rule don't condone
this
Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless
Until blow got on the rise
Them
ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies
But now, pop yo collars, blow set
for sag
And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag
They roll caddies with white walls, we ride
Benz with mags
Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds
Y-D to O-G, the game chose
me
R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G
We never gon' break free from this life we live as
thugs
Pain is love, it's murda
[Chorus] (2X)
[Ashanti]
You see the
life we live, we on the murderous s***
And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
You
know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
And how we paint this s***, stay on that
gangsta s***
You see the life we live, we on the murderous s***
And every time we breathe,
it's Murder I-N-C
You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
And how we paint
this s***, stay on that gangsta s***
Stay on that gangsta s***, stay on that gangsta
s***
Stay on that gangsta s***
See what we do when we do what we do when we do
it
Stay on that gangsta s | | | |
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