Sangtekst: Bizzy Bone. Murdah.

[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
Murdah is out of control
Murdah just let it blow (It blow)
Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga

[Bizzy Bone]
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver
The villian is still in effect
And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct
Hey, what I'ma chastise my
momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept
Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon
Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja
Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came
Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of
fact I'ma do mine all day
I don't sniff coke, I like to make money
Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin
Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga
Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile
Capo, my nigga what
Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse
I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...

And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."

[Chorus]

-Prince Rasu-
Be careful as fuck, baby, take precaution fo' sho'
They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire off a Calico
Bastard, I'm a animal
My guradians was avenues
My Lord be my shepherd, but my swarms for collatoral
Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots,
Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, its time to take my own stand
Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens
Pumpin the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death
I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul
Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord
Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down
Ride with the 7th Sign
Violate, we gone clown
Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown
Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog
This is my town, your town

[Chorus]

[Josiah Rasu]
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass
Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious
Then heart attack,
missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at
Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them
souljahs come marchin in
You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up
Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper
I ain't scared to die
I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so
I'ma stay real until my heart stop
My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life
I am the light, and if you miss us then u misses haven't heard of murder
Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa
Than I, there was no cap peelas

[Chorus]

[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters
Analyzin' we done plottin'
Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage
Ransom, trillion dollars
Low tolerence
Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's
The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime
Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down,
follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed
Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground
Told you we ain't fuckin' around
Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account
Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank
Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal
Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please
We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no
Call us the money makers, pullin' capers
Baby momma need that paper
Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato
Only gets greater later
Better believe in playa haters, see

[Chorus]