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[Intro:]
Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Last Of The Mohicans' man...
Let's go!
Heh...
You'll never take me alive...
(It's time- dj!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody...
Somebody very dear...

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing
But fo' n beta,
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when murder reigns you gona' need
Umbrellas, Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog n****s hide your relish, ain't s**t to
Tell us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the f**k from 'round me, unless your
Desire leads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back, A. G. On the jeans, hit the button to
The left an' you can see how it leans, this thang is like an' airplane you park in the street,
Mean, it's so vicious call me young, all the wishes 'cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for
Forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner, I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all
N****s are sprinters, I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers, I'm lookin' forward to bangin'
Out start to finish, give me a minute let me explain why most n****s is timid, they runnin' round
With good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a n***a to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest, load up this ten shot, till y'all n****s the hole-est,
I'ma God send- n****s better act like they know this m*******a...

[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real
N****s...(nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
Hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we
Kill killers...

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille, that raw coked up flow you can put in the
Scales, so when n****s start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that
Braille, Rule, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm exclusive cop some new s**t every
Tuesday, excuse me- b***h, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now
I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on
Tha' line, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap s**t, what religion you
Practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, I can't really say I'm religious- an' to that I'ma
Witness, but I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture, 40. Cal in the 7-40 I laugh
At n****s that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they b*****s, an' get thrown wit' bricks
Tied to they Lebron's, the game we play is chess- them n****s is pawns, you the first pieces we
Take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whole regime, beta'
Known as the team, big shout to my n***a Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash
Clean, when you sellin' millions of records, an' send me some jeans m*******a...

[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real
N****s... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
Hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we
Kill killers...

[Outro: Ja Rule]
[Backing ad-libs unscripted]
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'll don't know??
There's nothin' real about these n****s in this game...
This is it...
Murder Inc. N***a...
You lookin' at 'em...
The realest muthafuckin' n****s in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to look nowhere else...
It's murder n****s...
Holla...
We ridin'...
You know...
C'mon n****s...
It's danger...
It's danger...
What up to my n***a Merc...
Big Caddy...
My n***a Black Child...
Rest in peace...
To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my n***a D. O. Cannons...
Do Cannons...
We see you n***a, we love you n***a...
(Shadow I see you n***a...
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor...
We gon' have some fun...
We gon' ride this muthaf****' out...
It's murda'...
Real talk n***a...
We in the building...)



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