Artist: Big Kap + Funkmaster Flex f/ The Murderers Album: The Tunnel Song: Live at the Tunnel Typed by: ItZMuRdA7@aol.com Everything yeah, yeah What the fuck nigga Ayyo dim the lights on my shit son Yeah you heard, fuck that For my nigga Flex [Chorus] It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all, It's murda [Black Child] Respect a thug, or accept a slug Or accept the death of somebody you love That's the rules we live by, ways I kiss by We all Murderers in the eyes of all ours So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car When I spit 16's you gona wish they was sparks Can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep Slugs in your sleep while I'm plugging your freak I'm the thug of the week, the killer of the millenium Spitting like mack 10 and a 9 ?? Blasting off like Flex on New Years Who cares how many slugs y'all spit in the air Niggaz over here got glock 19's, P89's, hollow points, and M16's 357's and mack11's We clap you come to the funeral... [Tah Murdah] Motherfucker if your holding them ?? nigga Then I'd advise nigga, we rip the high niggas Don't matter the size niggaz Ever since I popped up, alot of niggaz done got stuck While I'm laying the cut, meant that's rocked up Believe it's murda Niggaz get popped up, burryed and chopped up We don't give a fuck if the cops get touched A ?? and a baby blue drop With a stash box holding a 5th and two glocks And every 16 I spit I ?? And won't stop firing, firing until I got, a 4 full of money And playboy you bunny Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me Bitch nigga, acting out the life of a thug money I hustle and, grind those block for drug money And make sure, kept counting every stack We drop bombs like Flex and Big Kap [CHORUS] Fuck that It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all, It's murda [Ronni Bumps] Oh why must children die, I guess the lil' nigga want the peice of the pie, let 'em die Oh why must thug niggaz snitch I guess the lil' nigga thought he'd get a lil' rich, lil' bitch That's why we don't talk quick Cause niggaz who talk quick get killed for the bricks This is it, that's why we walk with our guns Cause those without guns get killed by guns [Ronni Bumps] ?? the one that will kill you son It's the same where ever we from, it's the slums We spit guns, lay you down for the 1 I love when niggaz talk slick with they tounge You ain't buying no one, you talking shit I'm from the place get killed for shit So fuck where you from, better start from day 1 It's amazing... [Vita] Murda mommy in every song You was warned, should of listened when I told ya It's comming to a closeure And almost over now Go to war like a solider now And you rat broads running my style, I'm shutting you down From NY to LA,Vi-ta from Jersey More of a bitch then a lady Chase chips, slick bitch With flows that's sick, and it only gets worse... [CHORUS] Fuck that It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all, It's murda [Ja Rule] Murda, is the way of the walk And since I walk a thin line, I'm looking at niggaz with dead eyes And I'm baptized, my body has sined A lil' weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head Got me hollering, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK About nothing at all, front I'm blasting off, killing you with probabal cause Cause you probabal of thinking that you hotter then I It will never be untill I die, and tourch the sky Hells angel, fly I feel like I'm at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life This world made me a, Murderer May the lord take you, before I murder ya Bodies turning up, and who you think got 'em all touched Muderers, is on your block catching the rush Like niggaz can fuck wit us, they all gonna fall Rule nigga, It's like that y'all