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Da franchise-
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck yall niggaz thinking, man? aint no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, franchise want in
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Dont let this young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me where to meet you
Ill bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me squeeze one in me
Im trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just dont know what these streets have done to me, whats become of me
I was raised in a world so cold its numbened me, Im so dirty Im filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, its gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If its murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz Im guilty
(chorus) x2
Ja rule-
Its murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh
Yo, you see yall sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause youse a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
Ima seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
Its not a game, pesci dont laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so theres a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause aint nuttin but xs on my hitlist, man
And Im a buisness man in the city, dont force the kid
Im a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, dont fake for me
Cause for them cakes Im running in yo bakery
Its murda
(chorus) x2
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if theres any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the ones that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many headsll get killed
Starter for war, dog Im holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your ones
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit Im only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga thatll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me
Im from brooklyn and Im glad to be (brooklyn!)
Its murda
(chorus) x2
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck yall niggaz thinking, man? aint no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, franchise want in
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Dont let this young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me where to meet you
Ill bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me squeeze one in me
Im trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just dont know what these streets have done to me, whats become of me
I was raised in a world so cold its numbened me, Im so dirty Im filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, its gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If its murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz Im guilty
(chorus) x2
Ja rule-
Its murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh
Yo, you see yall sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause youse a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
Ima seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
Its not a game, pesci dont laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so theres a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause aint nuttin but xs on my hitlist, man
And Im a buisness man in the city, dont force the kid
Im a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, dont fake for me
Cause for them cakes Im running in yo bakery
Its murda
(chorus) x2
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if theres any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the ones that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many headsll get killed
Starter for war, dog Im holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your ones
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit Im only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga thatll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me
Im from brooklyn and Im glad to be (brooklyn!)
Its murda
(chorus) x2
Исполнитель: Ja Rule