Word to God, y`all know who the fuck this isYou know we would kidnap yo kidzYou know what the fuck we doMurder bitch niggaz like youFor real, all the time, any place, anywhereY`all niggaz could get it, act like y`all don`t knowIn a world that`s ice cold, blacks die slowlyCats snatch rollies, gats`ll leave you holyMy momma always told me the streetz will slow me downDaddy never showed me how the heat will hold me downSo now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that killsYeah my shit`s that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all nightMy wife alwayz said everything was gonna be a-aitAnd she was right and that`s one reason why I love herBut everything she said went in one ear and out the otherWord to mother, look at it from a thug point of viewWhen the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust youI`m tryin` to eat like Russel, murda is my hustleBut you keep chasin` yesterday, you gon miss tomorrowIt`s murda motherfucker we don`t beg or borrowWe take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spitYou could feel the hatred, taste itYou high right now, you ain`t ready to die right nowThe four five will calm you down, you under trauma nowIt`s drama how a child will shut shit downKill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chipsFuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitchYou can just suck my dickIf you chasin` yesterday, you gon miss tomorrowIt`s murda motherfucker, we don`t beg or borrowWe take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitchWhen the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste itIt`s your blood, when we show blood, we murderersWe throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugzAnd tell thugz live it up till yo time stopzYo I give a fuck if y`all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies offWhere the lakes be but lately, I`ve been hitin` cribzAnd safes where the cake be, I take three to the vestFor the love of the dollas I put that hot shit thru youAnd watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball witI`m a brawl wit I`m a tank running in banks and takin` all of itPlayer we`re flawless, wit nutten to loosin` gunz bustin`And brossen niggerz y`all can`t liveFunny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about itThug shit I`m still livin` y`all niggaz just spit about itI rob and stomp niggaz two third of my lifeThe other one third spent sittin` on curbz chasin` those birdzIf you ever get the urge to come by and try to testThere`s only one and then you get numb and lied to restIt`s murda the only code to the ghettoIt`s murda, nigga hand me the bezzleAnd dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spitGangsta shit, attractin` yo bitch, gettin` head and lean back in the sipI mastered the chipz, nigga I`m tryin` to tell youYou`re holdin` hammers and nails andWe have you where the dogz couldn`t smell youIf you chasin` yesterday, you gon miss tomorrowIt`s murda motherfucker, we don`t beg or borrowWe take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitchWhen the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste itIt`s your blood, when we show blood, we murderersWe throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugzAnd tell thugz live it up till yo time stopzJa`s a muthafuckin` problem, any nigga think not, I`ma pop himPut the lean on niggaz the minute I spot `emWho`s gettin` it, I got him nigga dead and goneGonna guide `em to the cross roads show `em how those gunz blowI`ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin` four lanesTop down wit my eyes closed, got a death wishMoney, drugz, and murderer shitWhat you want with this, we`ll kidnap yo kidsClap up yo crib, it`s the murderazWho you know wit gunz that kill shitJust because we`re them hot niggerzSell mo records than rock niggazI`ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what`s my name?J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than isleyYou can`t deny me, I`m the muthafuckin` one, druggin` bitches like heroinThe God be the rule, if you`re hot keep eyes on your jewelsTo cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin` to loseBut everything to live for thorough bread demand and supply the rawI put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin` in roundzYou don`t wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flamesIt`s murda and ain`t shit gon change niggazMotherfuckers understand thatLet the God be his here nigga smirloffMotherfuckersOh my murdarazMurder INC niggers