The Inc Lyrics by Ja Rule

The Inc Lyrics

    [caddillac tah talking]
    Yo, that's right
    Niggas 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 nigga bent up fo' sho', get low
    Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe
    That's for all the hatin' niggas 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 niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin'
    We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga
    Really is nothing
    Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit
    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 fucker!

    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 freaks eat freaks
    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 shit
    You can blame the drugs
    It ain't gon' change to slugs
    A famous thug
    Pain is love, mother fuckers!

    [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 shit
    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 shit, stay on that gangsta shit
    You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
    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 shit, stay on that gangsta shit
    Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit
    Stay on that gangsta shit
    See what we do when we do what we do when we do it
    Stay on that gangsta shit

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