[Submitted
by playgirl_chyna@yahoo.com]
Uh, uh, yeah.
Yo, we back up in this mother fucka,
Murder Inc., Ha, ha,
I go by tha name of tha Rule,
u know, got my nigga Chink Santana in tha house,
my nigga Buck, my clique niggaz,
my murda by number niggaz, my nigga black,
0-1 u know, my new nigga life,
what’s happenin’... yeah,
bout to let these bitches know like u know,
when we fuckin’ em and shit all crazy,
u want a nigga callin’ shit,
we ain’t got no time for that ma,
we just come through
and murda tha puss that’s all... ha, ha, ha, ha..
Chorus:
Baby when u sexin’ me...,
I kinda like it when ya’ murda me,
baby..., murda me..
(2x)
Listen love,
I know you’re used to having
sweet nothings whispered to ya,
but my dick game will ruined ya mind,
and influence ya, to do certain things,
like hop in tha range, in the rain,
ass naked, to get spanked,
this is ur world and ur doing ya thing,
go ahead mama,
I ain’t got no problem with being on the bottom,
tha way u shake that ass like hoes from Harlem,
reminds me to call ya same time tomorrow,
cause baby I’m impressed, by the way u,
shake them ass and hips, by the way u,
make me wanna leave tha one I’m with,
take tha spot of being my down ass bitch,
baby murda me, hey, tha way I murda u and,
that look in your eyes is like the sun rise when ya fucking me..
Chorus (2x)
Yo, yo
When can go from tha bed to tha hot tub,
until u get enough,
mommy I’ll call ya bluff and put it up in ya gut,
cause I’m a gangsta, so I’ll hit her wit tha gangsta touches,
bottle of hennesey, dro and some dutches,
man I’ll pull up in like 3 in tha morning,
honkin, u at the door wit a t-shirt on and a thong,
and telling me come on in and get out of tha cold,
but never tha less I hit tha flesh and gotta go,
rarely though, let me put a bug in ya ear,
and let u know that I’m tha thug of the year,
and tha last thing I do is care, legs up,
killin’ it, drillin’ it, man she feelin’ it,
shiverin’, talking in tongues, caddy got her sprung,
daddy long shorelong, we get it on,
like pong, stars wit a gangsta twist to it,
now lets do it, so whenever u ready just page me,
and you’ll see how I, murda, and hurda tha pussy..
Chorus (2x)
hold on baby,
u gotta holla at tha king as your sexual pralus,
it’s more than wild, it’s border lined and foul,
your look, your style,
that freaky smile, got me layin dick to ya,
God bless tha child, I get hold it’s on,
I make ya scream and moan,
tha thugs nature how could a nigga hate the,
way I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it,
lick her tits, break down the walls, the basics,
face it, you’re fucking wit a cocksman love,
and u defined on tha ball, like Garry the Glove,
painting, no relation, not alot of station,
brought her own K-Y, ready for penetration,
I’m patient, I’ll murda the puss when I’m ready,
but meanwhile, listen to this Marvin Gay melody,
and you’ll murda me, the same way that I murda u,
baby..
Chorus to end
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