Irv Gotti Presents

It`s murda(Yo it`s murda)...niggaz it`s murda(Niggaz it`s murda)<br>It`s murda(Yo it`s murda)...niggaz it`s murda(Niggaz it`s murda)<br><br>[Chorus: Chink Santana]<br>It`s murda, you know when we come<br>Niggaz it`s murda, ain`t nowhere to hide<br>It`s murda, ain`t no where to run<br>Niggaz it`s murda, I-N-C is gon ride tonight<br>It`s murda, ain`t nowhere to run<br>Niggaz it`s murda, ain`t nowhere to hide<br>It`s murda, you know when we come<br>Niggaz it`s murda, I-N-C gon ride tonight<br><br>[Chink Santana]<br>I`m from the city where the good die young and<br>Niggaz strugglin, drugs smuglin, youngins and keep the slugs cuplin<br>Hustlin hard, niggaz cussin guard for they scars<br>To many niggaz in the back of them cars<br>It like a bird dead trapped in them bars<br>But it ain`t no thang, I got cookies change<br>And fame just a way of making plans<br>Ho`s been hollerin my name (Santana)<br>I never been fuckin wit no snitches still<br>Quick wit barettas, wit hammers quick to get wit ya<br>Now a nigga hit up, clipped up<br>And real motherfucker know we all about stackin those digits<br>The reason I spit these lyrics bitches is to bring the word to the district<br>Who is it?<br>How to get connected comin from that gritty city<br>When nothin but a grind, and no time to rhyme<br>And my nigga D.O. visit<br>And you don`t really wanna fuck wit Chink<br>And I don`t even get a chance to blink<br>When I catch a lil` third nigga jumpin out the escalade<br>Iced out wit a black mink (Blingin lingin)<br>And to my niggaz wonderin why they can`t find me<br>And why come by when they come by kid<br>Cuz I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch<br><br>[Chorus: Chink Santana]<br>It`s murda, you know when we come<br>Niggaz it`s murda, ain`t nowhere to hide<br>It`s murda, ain`t no where to run<br>Niggaz it`s murda, I-N-C is gon ride tonight<br>It`s murda, ain`t nowhere to run<br>Niggaz it`s murda, ain`t nowhere to hide<br>It`s murda, you know when we come<br>Niggaz it`s murda, I-N-C gon ride tonight<br><br>[D.O. Cannon]<br>You gon get grown now, wit bitches so loud<br>Go get your chrome clow, your brain get blown out<br>Playa listen your forgettin to slippin to get your grind on<br>When we comin hittin, spittin your times gone<br>You know it`s murda this should have told ya<br>Cuz a soilder, watch when I roll up<br>Heavy hittas, heavin spittin you want us? come get us<br>Natural born killers, now you feel us girl<br>Shot is flyin, no autumn ridin, you keep on hidin<br>Nigga put your time in<br>D.O. Cannon known for makin it happen<br>Trucks pull up we pop off boy what`s crackin, you heard!<br>You know my crew it dirty, stay out my bentley shorty<br>You got that money show me, befo` I pop ya homey<br>Gotti is cool, niggaz is straight fools<br>Thinkin you tough dude, look what the inc do<br>Roll up!<br><br>[Chorus: Chink Santana]<br>It`s murda, you know when we come<br>Niggaz it`s murda, ain`t nowhere to hide<br>It`s murda, ain`t no where to run<br>Niggaz it`s murda, I-N-C is gon ride tonight<br>It`s murda, ain`t nowhere to run<br>Niggaz it`s murda, ain`t nowhere to hide<br>It`s murda, you know when we come<br>Niggaz it`s murda, I-N-C gon ride tonight<br><br>[Caddillac Tah]<br>Yeah, nigga watch out murda burner fo`-sho<br>Wit that New York city ??? out<br>Gritty ??? ???, semi charged out, remi car swirved<br>In and out of lanes<br>So we thuggin and hustlin, pistol lover wit alot of aim<br>Put it up and pop up your frame<br>Betta watch the game<br>Cuz we here to take it, ain`t a nigga gon make us get sidetracked<br>From this paper, we fire gats<br>Put it in end wit tai cats<br>And that shit you decribe as rap<br>Is my life and I`ll ride wit that<br>Mean wit ross wit the baby mack<br>Bitches be lovin the way we act<br>In the club when it`s crazy packed<br>From Atlanta to Cacilac<br>Who the fuck wanna fuck wit that? Hit him a bad position