Still INC

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Yo, uh, uh
Rule nigga (yea, yea)
Murderous (uh, yea)
Uh, I.N.C. nigga
What you want this (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Uh, uh, uh, heh
Still I.N.C. nigga (uh)
What you want with this motherfuckers (uh, yea)
Still I.N.C., uh

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Motherfucker, 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 fuck with the wrong niggas
Put your mom's in a casket, we dem niggas
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 'fuck the world 'till it's mine' like Malcom in his prime
Mistook like crime
Spit off like nines
And eight outta ten of my niggas is doing time
If you can't snatch the jewel then pon your mind
Rule nigga giving sight to the blind, it's still I.N.C., uh

[Verse 2: Caddillac Tah]
Motherfucker I scream 'murdah'
'Cause Murdah be Tah and I'm ready to give it to a nigga who feel he can't die
I scream 'murdah' cause with murdah I'm all in
Don't fall in, nigga picture me rollin', we ballin'
I gots no respect for cowards who spit a few bars
Rip a few cars, oh now niggas is gangsta
Bitch niggas only get what they could scramble up
While real niggas take shit, flip pies and bake shit
Oh niggas on some hate shit
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, nigga 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 nigga
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' niggas (yea, yea)
Fuck, y'all niggas want, huh (word to God)
Y'all don't know shit is real nigga

[Verse 3: Black Child]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
The world label us thug killers and drug dealers
We don't give a fuck, just pass the Dutch nigga
Fire it up, we gettin' high or what?
We stay ironed up, y'all lying sluts
We buyin' trucks nigga, supply and touch
When we stick we stuck
Nigga fuck Kurupt
We The Murderers
We'll murda ya
And if you murder me, it's still I.N.C. nigga

[Outro: Black Child]
Uh huh, for real, for life, for death
Y'all niggas gon' know
Fuck that, niggas want it with us we gon' bring it to niggas
Fuck that, we The Murderers, ain't nuttin' to stunt about
Straight business
Word to God
Cutthroat
Word to God nigga
G's up hoes down
If that bitch can't swim
She gon' swallow a round nigga
It's murda