Paroles We Don't Give A What de Murderers (The)

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The Murderers-
Yo, Throw your motha fuckin fingers in the air,
Cause If ya'll dont give a what, like we dont give a what
Everybody throw your fingers in the air!!!!!

Tah Murda-
Whenever the war is on,
We're gonna pour it on
Playaz is your feminint
Here news from winnin it
For the love of them Benjamins
Keep em' leeking and leeking
To dogs with his broads trembling
Im sending him, to the yard caused my adrenalin
You slow mo (motion), playaz getting slow do
Suck this popo, forever gross though
Keep em' running like FloJoe, Flow So
Sickest Murda, Clip Inserta
Drop Pop and rip your worda
We lust for more, cant touch crush the rope
The clubbs bust the door, so we outta know
That's why we've been blazed, nigga rose it up
Run you, fuckin up the priest so you closed it up
I'm one in a mil (million), feeling so you coming for real
And I aint stopping until, Im holding a hundred mil, What's the deal
You niggas there when you see the clamps, getting swirved
Calling my thugs, Love is love YOU HEARD!

Black Child-
I earned connections, Everytime I spit with perfections
Ya'll clowns gonna learn ya'll lesson
Forget the bids, we spit for our kids
Our motto is spread love for dead thugs
That shed tears in hell, when it just set bail
Pray to god in your cell, it's hard in jail
>From pretty plates, with half a nickel flow
Really though, they keep their dimes on the low
Ya'll cowards is lame, commercial players get out the game
We here know, things gonna change
We bow to them things, I come through in the range for you
Then ask what you really wanna do, test the ice for your sons
Living life full of ones, I don't care where you from
Do these bouts when we come, It's Black Child dun
I'ma bum from the gutter, You better know, It's Murda
WORDA MUTHA!

The Murderers-
Uh ha, Word to god make some noise, MUTHA FUCKAS!!
Cause if yall don't give a what like we dont give a what
Everybody raise they clickas in the air!!!!!!!!!

Ja Rule-
Playa, Im living my live, hitten your wife
Twisting her up will I'm holla red baby keep it tight
So I move like Versache and yall can't get enough
of the murderers, It'll murda ya, playa what what
I know yall ain't ready to die, Know why?
Cause the pain is to much to bear while alive
So I spare your life, then close my eyes
Take another hit and then rip and blow minds
Either I die writers hit the streets for every mind
Gotta fear out of dispair like if you really care
We gonna take as points, We getting a lot of doe
Se me get in your Benz with thugs on the Range
Murda Murderer
Yo what you expected from us, we thugs you can't trust
Gotta never give it up, we dedicated to street life gaming us
I dont wanna be Wyclef I'm trying to build this treasure
No thugs share awards for honeys that's acting harda
Know we got the upper hand so keep your palms up
People say they want it when Ja come in the lineup
Guarantee you be getting doe making your times up
Catch a chill about the code of the streets we live
Play niggas, foreign people get killed for this
So what what, Im hearing you holla we blow it up
Murda Inc. is the mourge maybe I'll walk and touch
Yeah, you here me, Murda Inc. Playaz!!!!
CAUSE IF YA'LL DONT GIVE A WHAT LIKE WE DONT
GIVE A WHAT EVERYBODY THROW YOUR FINGERS
IN THE AIR!!!!!!

Come on, Bring it to us
The Murderers I-N-C Uh
Tah Murdah, Black Child, Ja Rule
It's War Time.

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