Murda Muzik

[havoc]
Imma start it off dun at the top of the list
Nawmean pay situation like this
Dock shit
From bank-born to gat clip
All these fake cats aimin' at hip and bullshit
What they dealin' with
Layin' me down leavin' me crip
Helpless only to come back to melt shit
Fuck characters crab ass niggas that couldn't last
Bust led and you done seen how many whips sped out
'cause my duns hold me down like secret service
First clip upon any attempt
Bust shit with remorseless
Bore shit lock and endorse shit like my government name
Q.b.c 41st side
With some hot shit
While you sippin' that cris
Pass get flipped
Holdin' us in contempt
No matter what the occupation we payin' the rent
I see the half ass wanna be cats part of my frent
And these bitch ass cats

[chorus 1]
[prodigy]
It's real my peoples take life for real
Forced into a world where we live to get killed
Or die from the causes of life's courses
Watch your step dun move cautious
It's a cold world so dress proper
Keep 80s inside pelles
Flip it like makaveli what thrill me
[noyd]
Cause it's real dun
[prodigy]
Keep my gun close near me
Flip it like makaveli what thrill me

[prodigy]
Ayo dun you know the status
Streets made us
Raised us from young bloods to nighttime niggas
Supreme court tried to hit the god with high figures
But my attorney at law get dealt with the peoples versus m.o.b.
They put papers out on me
Dismiss that my legal team crooked as me
Came a long way from troops to job 1 suits
Little dudes with guns but nothing to shoot
My life's life a banned from the big screen movie
Yo dun it's too explicit for words to even explain
My team seen infamous to major league
You're still soft ball little bitch take a seat
You still wet behind the wings like my little seed
Q.b.g global internationally

[chorus 2]
[prodigy]
It's real my peoples take life for real
Forced into a world where we live to get killed
Or die from the causes of life's courses
Watch your step dun move cautious
It's a cold world so dress proper
Keep 80s inside pelles
Flip it like makaveli what thrill me
[noyd]
Cause it's real dun
[prodigy]
Keep my hand on my nilly
Flip it like makaveli what thrill me

[noyd]
Coming from queens
Wearing diamond rings
Call me your higness
A fucking king niggas rhyme about guns i blaze
10 glock and the 12 gauge
Ayo i never knocked the hustle dun crime pay
Thugs on this side yo i'll put one in your stomach
Niggas frontin' y'all don't really want it
You know who we be
From bk to qb we merge rap
Introduce y'all niggas to murder tracks
Now we hangin' murda muzik plaques
Bangin' where ya heart at
Yo all my dogs with heart could understand that
It don't apply then let it fly
I wouldn't wanna try you
We from the same block
Use the same rocks
Since '92 funny time fly duke
Sayin' we nee-roy bitch back around ten
Swearin' we b-boys look at the new toys we play with
And spray with
Slug entered his waist and exit out his anus
'98 infamous the thug's favorite
Appreciate motherfucker don't hate it

[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]

Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah
[hah hahahaha] huh yo, you know it
Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[hahahaha] infamous two thousand
(ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
[ahhh hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [hah haha]

[havoc]
Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites - god, forgive me
For the sin i'm about to commit - takin a life
Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will - you feel what i feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when
Niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the diamond district jeweler
With they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if i caught you fuckin my wife
On my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that i live in, q.b. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me

Chorus: nas {singing to the chorus of brandy's "the boy is mine"}

Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

[prodigy]
I got the style of a still-born child, i'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(very very) the sreets raised me crazy, now i'm immune to it
So when they start shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon dunn)
Been through more drama than the baldwins, you still crawlin
(still crawlin) apply street rules to the office, high performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(you feel me? you feel me?)
You feel me? i'll write a graphic page
Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(don't get no realer than this!)
It's more real than any words i can muster
Pull the black cadillac trucks up (what?)
Hop out them shits like what? y'all niggaz can't touch us

Chorus

[nas escobar]
Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle berry blew a kiss at the barbara streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And i'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like cuba gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, i seen the other side, nextel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, i can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, i'm god son
Nastradamus, last one to blast one when the narc's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

Chorus

[nas]
The, life, is, mine (repeat 3x)
Ill will..
You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

M, o, double b
I don't know why they wanna trouble me
Is it because they bitch be suckin me
Or just mad cause they shitted wit the family
We be bubbling, up in the navigator huddlin
While you frontin in that rental, cuddling
With that weak ass bitch, damn right she snitch
And if i had in my misdt, she'd be biting shit

Hook 2x:
Cause a ho gonna be a ho
A nigga gonna be a nigga
No matter what the fuck you think
Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go
(hell mothfuckin no!)

Chillin at the crib layin in my boxers
While shorty got bent spittin tha latest gossip
Didn't want to hear it in the middle cut her off
Lit a stog, smacked her ass, grabbed her by the draws
Bugged in the head but her looks turned me on
She tried to turn me on with edible thongs
Plus i like the way she sounded when repeatin my songs
From queens to get to her crib didn't take long.
Said she had a man but was lcoked up in attica
Freak off with the vcr to my camera
Afterw that shit that happened to tupac.
Yell rape? show 'em the tape jus playin my part.
Opposed to being on tape but the g that i ran
Had her tongue in my ear and my dick in her hand
When i thought i knew i shoulda brought my fam
Bring her to the lowest level and shared it with my mans

Hook 2x:

Yeah
Infamous in ya area
Eightball in ya area
About to cause mass hysteria

Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little
I put it to you clear while you cats talkin riddles
Snake and buck at me
If you did i'd say you got lucky
Trained to tread through land to get muddy

Ayo, blood rap
Survival of the fifth style cat
I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap
Pee, niggas saying damn why i be like that
Listen close you can learn from it
It's real black

Gangsta shit makes the world rotate
If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight
Fat belly black motherfuckin d-o-g
And i'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin for me

Ayo
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my queens duns, niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Live and direct from the south to your stereo
Prepare for bustin and dumpin okay player here we go
Strapped with infa-red raps when i hit the traps
Crack the wack into pieces when i hit the track
Like stone to glass i shatter they raggedy ass
South style waiving my motherfuckin soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis ten made a lot of niggas buck wild
The root to all evil daily i chase it
Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start where i lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead


Yo fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

Feel my though, you don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose
Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block
Fuck, leaving without it dunn i'd rather get knocked
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore
Even though she get my dick harder than the parol board
Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns
Mack milly prepare to mob you steel phillies
Connected with eightball dunn so what's the drilly
Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me

Don't get yourself shot
Bleedin to death hops
I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped
A maverick my h-k will work magic
You'll find yourself in the o-r for talkin that shit
Street justice i tip the scale over cousin
I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin
Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest
And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit
Murda muzik my street life influenced it
Its so real bredren i wouldn't test it i rep it
A renegade crack your top like devil spring
Vigilante niggas know the song i sing

It go
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no escape
Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face

Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my ice pick niggas one
To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs

Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my queens duns, niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

[havoc]
In broad daylight get right..
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
What the fuck else can happen yo?
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lyin..

[prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "quiet storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, i ain't concerned with them
Nigga i pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, i'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the dunn language
What the drilly with that though? it ain't bangin
You hooked on mobb-phonics infamous-bonics
Lyin to the pop dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

Chorus: havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga od cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga od cause it's never enough

[prodigy]
Yo the p rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when i was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [pow!]
I love my pops for that, i love my nigga d-black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
Wastin my life, now i'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in iraq business
Do things for the kids (the little dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
Cbr's and vcr's
Atv's and big screen tv's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)

Chorus: havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga od cause it's never enough

[prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga p-double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, i chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way bitch
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes i write prescriptions, for your diseased
Generic rap's just not potent like p's
One-thousand one-hundred cc's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on katanas
Spaghetti head mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, i rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So i can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(to the real..)

Chorus: havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga od cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga od cause it's never enough
(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)

[intro]
[pee]this the killa's shit dun
[g. rap]no doubt .the undisputed..

[chorus]
[kool g. rap]for street niggas livin with they lives on the line
[prodigy]for young guns comin' up during these times
[kool g. rap]for police that find drugs let niggas slide
[prodigy]for niggas out slinging like 4 in the night
[kool g. rap]for your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
[prodigy]for pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
[kool g. rap]for bootleg liquor on a sunday night
[prodigy]this be the realest shit you heard in your life.

[kool g. rap]
Yo when the gats reveal
You cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst
G.rap be aiming at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst
We'll see who get plugged worst
We dug earth
The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine b.c. date you
Jacking you more than ripper
My fifth's an organ shifter
The human organism lifter
You'll be hearing organs
If ya leaving orphans, if ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher
To bump heads with those that dump lead
Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead g.rap,havoc and prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be

[chorus]

[havoc]
Yo when the gat spit
Some niggaz get blown off the atlas
It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus
Get practiced what you lack is
You think like the average
Jake stoop down and leavin' crime scenes entangled
Nothing but cannons get conspicuous
Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched
Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that
If i could push back the clock probably leave it like that
Draw blood for my nigga g.o.d,ty nitty and twin
And twin is not here plus my kin
Killa b forever with me
Quick to settle with me
Into qb to show love throughout the years with me
You got guns we got guns the serious ones
Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs
We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns
Love never disrespect hit shit to re-direct

[chorus]

[prodigy]
Never prejudge
It be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with pee
I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the dealizz
Some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest
Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet
On the steps
Sittin' in the staircase bent
Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head
Go to war with niggas that's against what i rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips
Switch clothes after i spit
Put niggas back in they place for shit that's on the mind kid

[chorus]

Going out nigga
Big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(i'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(i'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)

Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick
Pop me a nigga quicker than police
Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks
You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a bitch
I heard niggas talking like they goinng to dead mines
I got enough guns we can make the headlines
I'm from a place where the realeast niggas get murdered
And the illest niggas try to avoid it
But can't call it
It's a cold world bundle up
Keep your heat on at all times
And never freeze up
And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank
Have you leaking all over the place
Watch how you speak
And watch how you move through the streets
I got a mob with niggas with heat
We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think
Breath 'fore is too late
Uph you fucked up and got laid to sleep

I'm going out
With big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(i'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(i'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns at my kids fuck it (going all out)
For the big checks and large faces mantions
And my duns would do the same for me

I'm going out like a nigga that he never have nothing
Fuck it i ain't frontive
If i want to know i got to go out like a navy seal
Label me ill
You sling thrills
Meet you on top of the hills
Screaming dollar bill
Going out like a nigga you just smacked
His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm
Putting on everything that i love and stand for
Getting ben up in the pub 'till five in the morn
Going out like a nigga with six days to live
And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big
Going out like a nigga with shit touching his rib
You got more than nesessary dun a nigga went dead
Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand
You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand
Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands
Must've not been really your men those niggas that ran (i'm going out)


With big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatic jam at the wrong time(i'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(i'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)
For the big checks and large faces mantions
And my duns would do the same for me

We do it well click niggas like nails
Catch cases skip bells
I lie 'fore i chitel
Die in the sitel
Pop gun with the shitel
Fuck a bitch just to getsel
Rap style smoother than cl
In the k on the dl
Line for line you can detail
Choked more niggas than sprewell
Rap style pelo
Watch me blow like tornados
Clear the block out with just an echo
Trust me niggas don't want me see let go
Niggas don't want to see the tech blow
Watch me blow the crowd like techno music nigga
When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus
Fuck lying on the lord ain't worth dying for
I rather die fucking raw
Or walking on a mine in the cold war
My dogs got my shoulders with t up machine guns
All my niggas soldiers
With big grenades throw them in your rover
Send prodigy to check the scence when it's over
Niggas animals coming back for leftovers (all out nigga)

I'm going out with big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(i'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(i'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)
For the big checks and large faces mantions
And my duns would do the same for me
I'm going out
I'm going out
I'm going out

[havoc talking]

Lets do it dunn...my man...that's why i keep my mouth tight.
Ain't got no worries for y'all niggaz man...y'all niggaz is crazy

[prodigy]
Hey yo, its hell on earth down here the pavement scorching
Its more on roc when the mobb walks in
Shit gets hot like a ill pot of grits spilled on you
Spit fire with nines but never squealed on you

I understood you should try to take my life
If i was you i would too damn right
If i had drama with a nigga like such as myself
I couldn't even sleep at night until...
I made things right
Pull out guns exchange a fight
Be the first to let off mines ignite the pipes...
And never let the daylight decieve
During the suns' hours niggaz do bleed
Aim for the waist and something on the top gets shot
Niggaz can't shoot never made a thing drop
Keep cream of the crop
Fresh out of box shit filled to the top
Smell the barrell when its bolt-locked nigga

Hook1 [prodigy]
Have you ever lost a loved one?
Or never understood love 'til you lost one?
Where your heart at?
I left mines behind with my dearly departed
Where your heart at? strength missing
To take losses is the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest
Strive regardless. where your heart at? brave-hearted.
Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at

[havoc]
This is to my physical you gone...to me you still here
I be buggin thinking how you doin' up there
Probably watching over me calling out my fouls
Fuck with mad chicks but i take care of my child
I miss that ass tell god i said pardon me
If your real; he'll forgive me [no doubt]
But i ain't crying no more about how you're gone
Used to hold me down niggaz front its on
Ain't wetting going to jail you better shoot me
Just lost my heart-if i die you comin' wit' me
Quickly while i'm pissy they're just bitches thats' a little to frisky
Risky on point hope these cats is getting the point whisper out my name
Stand but please don't point call me paranoid
But i'm on point close by the stash joint got you in my mind
I guess thats why the say love is blind

Hook 2 [prodigy]
Strength missing we take losses. be the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest. strive regardless
Where your heart at? brave-hearted.
You better finish what you started [dunn]
If you ever lost a loved one?
You'll never understand love 'til you lost one.
Where your heart at?
I left mines behind with my dearly departed
Where your heart at? strength missing
To take losses be the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest
Strive regardless. where your heart at? brave-hearted.
Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at

Have you ever lost a loved one?
You'll never understand love 'til you lost one.
Where your heart at?
I left mines' behind wit' my dearly departed
Now where your heart at?

[prodigy]
I find myself dozing off with it [guns]
Waking up every forty minutes [dun]
Soaking wet dripped to death in it
On top of rules big barells and tools get tested
And hittin off makes my dick get erected
We all strive for a better tommorow
But as far as today your ass gotsa' pay
And ain't no time better than the present one at hand
And never keep your shit too far from your hand

[havoc]
Think about this are you with your hands on who you running with
Some timers, playa' hata's and dick riders
Bent niggaz' that be crashin into dividers
Gettin you into shit got that ass tied up
Got them la'd up got you comin out of your vault
With no plans of giving back live in serious debt.
Your lady fucking other niggaz you a fool for her
Talking 'bout you got money you just using her
Actually loosin' her...