Still INC lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Yo, uh, uh
Rule n*gga (yea, yea)
Murderous (uh, yea)
Uh, I.N.C. n*gga
What you want this (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Uh, uh, uh, heh
Still I.N.C. n*gga (uh)
What you want with this motherf*ckers (uh, yea)
Still I.N.C., uh

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Motherf*cker, now when it's time to bust, I'ma gonna handle mine
If it's you I mistrust, then you next in line
You picked the fine time to f*ck with the wrong n*ggas
Put your mom's in a casket, we dem n*ggas
And it figures that you might turn religious
Put your life in God instead of baring your arms
Chapter two, verse thirteen [?] know it
It's kinda like having a key and then blow it
But the darker it gеts, the brighter I shine
I'm scrеaming 'f*ck the world 'till it's mine' like Malcom in his prime
Mistook like crime
Spit off like nines
And eight outta ten of my n*ggas is doing time
If you can't snatch the jewel then pon your mind
Rule n*gga giving sight to the blind, it's still I.N.C., uh
[Verse 2: Caddillac Tah]
Motherf*cker I scream 'murdah'
'Cause Murdah be Tah and I'm ready to give it to a n*gga who feel he can't die
I scream 'murdah' cause with murdah I'm all in
Don't fall in, n*gga picture me rollin', we ballin'
I gots no respect for cowards who spit a few bars
Rip a few cars, oh now n*ggas is gangsta
b*tch n*ggas only get what they could scramble up
While real n*ggas take sh*t, flip pies and bake sh*t
Oh n*ggas on some hate sh*t
I give you somethin' to hate
Send you eight, leave you leakin' and eatin' through a IV
Here's some advice, I'm nuttin' nice, n*gga don't try me
The same birds you chase, I let 'em fly by me
I'm gon' get whether it's spittin' or clappin' them [?]
You outta line, get a back hand [?] across your beard n*gga
Prepare yourself, you been rightfully wrong cause when you gone and your family mourn it's still I.N.C

[Black Child talking]
Word to God (uh huh)
Y'all gon' make us really start killin' n*ggas (yea, yea)
f*ck, y'all n*ggas want, huh (word to God)
Y'all don't know sh*t is real n*gga

[Verse 3: Black Child]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
The world label us thug killers and drug dealers
We don't give a f*ck, just pass the Dutch n*gga
Fire it up, we gettin' high or what?
We stay ironed up, y'all lying sl*ts
We buyin' trucks n*gga, supply and touch
When we stick we stuck
n*gga f*ck Kurupt
We The Murderers
We'll murda ya
And if you murder me, it's still I.N.C. n*gga
[Outro: Black Child]
Uh huh, for real, for life, for death
Y'all n*ggas gon' know
f*ck that, n*ggas want it with us we gon' bring it to n*ggas
f*ck that, we The Murderers, ain't nuttin' to stunt about
Straight business
Word to God
Cutthroat
Word to God n*gga
G's up hoes down
If that b*tch can't swim
She gon' swallow a round n*gga
It's murda