[Black Child]
  Word to god
  Y'all know who the fuck this is
  You know we would kidnap yo kidz
  You know what the fuck we do
  Murder bitch niggaz like you
  For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
  Y'all niggaz could get it
  Act like y'all don't know
  [rapping]
  In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
  Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy
  My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down
  Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
  So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
  Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life
  Ran the streetz all night
  My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait
  And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
  But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
  Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
  When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
  Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
  I'm tryin to eat like Russel
  Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow
  It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
  We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit
  You could feel the hatred, taste it
  You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
  The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
  It's drama how a child will shut shit down
  Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
  Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
  YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICK
    [Chorus] [ Black Child ]
  If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
  It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
  We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
  When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
  It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
  We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
  And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
    [Tah Murda]
  Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me
  I drop bodies off where the lakes be
  But lately, I've been hitin cribz
  And safes where the cake be
  I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla
  I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla
  The same niggaz that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit
  I'm a tank running in banks and takinall of it
  Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin
  And brossen niggerz y'all can't live
  Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
  Thug shit I'm still livin y'all niggaz just spit about it
  I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my life
  The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz
  If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
  There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
  It's murda the only code to the ghetto
  It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle
  And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
  Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip
  I mastered the chipz, Nigga I'm tryin to tell you
  You're holdin hammers and nails and
  We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you
    [Chorus] [ Black Child ]
  If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
  It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
  We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
  When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
  It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
  We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
  And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
    [Ja Rule]
  Ja's a muthafuckin problem
  Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
  Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em
  Who's gettin it, I got him Nigga dead and gone
  Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow
  I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes
  Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
  Money, drugz, and murderer shit
  What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids
  And clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz
  Who you know wit gunz that kill shit
  Just because we're them hot niggerz
  Sell mo records than Roc niggaz
  I'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 Isley
  You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin one
  Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin)
  The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice
  On your jewel to cop a Benz
  20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for
  Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw
  I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
  INC Murder spittin in roundz
  You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames
  It's Murda And ain't shit gon change
  Niggaz!!!