Dem n*ggaz lyrics

[Intro: Black Child]
Yo
Y'all n*ggas don't know
But we about to f*ckin' let y'all know
You gon' get a motherf*ckin up close, interview with the motherf*ckin' murderers
n*ggas is gon' let y'all know
About us
The Murderers

[Verse 1: Black Child]
I'm that n*gga that just came home from jail
I'm that n*gga that's black as hell
I'm that n*gga that don't give a f*ck, I'm foul
I'm a murderer, motherf*cker, Black Child

[Verse 2: Vita & Tah Murdah]
I'm that, boss b*tch that'll scheme on your man
I'm that, evil b*tch that'll f*ck up your plans
I'm so, dangerous you can't f*ck with this, b*tch
Vita, murda mistress (Yo)

[Verse 3: Tah Murdah]
See I'm that, n*gga that'll hit 'em for dope
And I'm that n*gga to bust the fo, and crush the rows
See I'm that, n*gga that'll kick in your door
And duct tape you, leave you unaware of where we take you
I'm that, revolver spittin' and barrel turnin', hard headed n*gga who never learned but guns stay burnin'
And I'm that n*gga the quick [?] heard of
Quick clip inserta, b*tch, Tah slash Murdah
[Verse 4: Black Child]
Who that n*gga? Tah Murdah from Murder Inc
Oh, you that n*gga killin' n*ggas before they blink
Shoot that n*gga, you know me, I don't think
Just spit it and get acquitted and blow 'em outta sink

[Verse 5: Tah Murdah]
Black Child that n*gga from across the way
Oh yeah I heard of you, n*gga
Let the torred spray, ok
Poke holes in n*ggas like OJ, when it's gun play
n*ggas we blow 'em away

[Verse 6: Vita & Ja Rule]
Ay where that n*gga J to A to R-U-L-E, probably
Up in the broad on Broadway (All day)
Herbs who learn the hard way
While y'all pigeons parlay
We bring it any (Uh) and every way

[Verse 7: Ja Rule]
Motherf*cker who you dealin' with?
That n*gga
Platinum in three weeks, I'm that n*gga
Can I Get A, Holla Holla, my n*gga?
Run up in hoes, possibly yours, I'm that n*gga
Pain ain't something I fear, I swear n*ggas
I'mma clap up bury his area, 'cause I'm that n*gga
Movies, yeah baby, I'm that n*gga
Portraying all the murderers and drug dealers
See I'm that n*gga for life, f*ck with us, J to A, come on now, y'all know me, n*gga
[Outro: Irv Gotti & [?] & Ja Rule]
Murderers?
n*ggas can't be f*ckin' serious (b*tches love murderers)
(Top news tonight, murda seems to be the new thing for the millennium)
The Murderers are cominnnnn'!
(My baby girl at home and she's only 5 years old screamin' "It's murda", I want them n*ggas off the air, get them n*ggas outta here)
(Murder Inc. Records? I ain't playin' that bullsh*t)
Tah Murdah
Them n*ggas ain't no motherf*ckin' murderer
I'm a f*ckin' murderer (Murda, murda, murda) (Haha) (The only thing n*ggas respect)
I murda for fun ([?] [?] [?] murda, n*gga)
We rip babies heads off (Hahaha)
Album three, the first of the murda