Feelin the Hate

Murder Inc baby[Tah Murdah]

Y'all mother*******s know what this *************t is

Take over ************* (gimme that *************t man)

Funk Flex *************

Murder Inc *************

Tah Murdah,

Black Child,

C.B., O1And my *************

Ja Rule[Black Child & Tah Murdah]

Yeah put your mother****** fingers in the air, we here

And it's money and murda all year

Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us

A hundred mill is deep all black we killers

Nothing but the realer *************z and we after skrilla

So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast

************* ************* throw em up, we still don't give a *************

This is Flex *************t we party reckless you can't exit

And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it

Throw your guns up, throw em up, and ************* keepin the chome tucked

Spit on some *************t and shatted and tear your bones up

Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up

We blow dro in the no-smoking sections

Toting weapons, smokin sessions

************* better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest

When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death

Remorseless, yeah never the less

When I spit *************t'll rip through your leather and vest

All my 70's babies on

Henny and

HazeFeel me baby,

I was slingin twenties in the shade

Killers hate me, *************z wanna see me in my grave

*************z make me, wanna grab the milly and spray

I'm a Pov

City hustler,

I'm from the

Woodhull gutters

Which means it's still murda mother*******[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]

Have you ever had a ************* ************* runnin his mouth

That's a ************* that you kill, let him die down south

Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce

I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro,

I want dough

And the same *************z who killed your pops, kill em all

Stop, wait, multiply the eight

Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one

Proper, killer, copper, *************t has just begun[C.B.]

What, what..

What the *************, been a menace since +

Volume III+

When I was un un un'nin, ************* second coming

Who the ************* what want it wit'cha

Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks

Sittin spittin fifty get wit me

************* hustle *************, earn stripes

Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right

Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog

I get in ya, ************* a stage, ya murderer kill these bars[O1]

As far as the dough go

I'm hungry,

I need this bread

I ain't sharin with none of y'all,

I'm killin *************z instead

Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead

Hard drugs over the edge,

I'm out of my head

Y'all *************z ready to die?

I'm layin *************z down flat, you'll be dead in the sky

*************z ain't built for crime

*************z ain't built for street life, so ************* five mics

************* pigs, ************* police, murda for life *************[Chorus][Ja Rule]

Mother*******s,

I'm untearable and

I'll piss on you

That heat you spit,

I spits that too

Put three in you, match yo' name

It's really the

Rule ************* that pops them thangs

For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill

Cause *************

I happen to know you

It's about time

I expose you

The world over, you fraudulent *************z it's all over

Get ready, the hostile murderers take over

You scared but don't know

Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps

I, mack cold blooded and *******

I ******* love it

I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it

I'm a Murderer, *************z must not value they life

Cause I'm a

Murderer, *************z best be ready to die

I'm a Murderer, *************z scared it's all in they eyes

Funk Flex,

I-N-C, it's murda for life[Tah Murdah]

My ************* B

JRonnie Bumps

My ************* Pre

My ************* Dirty

Funk Flex *************

Funk Flex *************