Fuck Ya’ll (Murder Inc. Diss)

[Intro: Bang Em Smurf]
Ayo this Bang Em man, word up man
I hear this niggas talkin' reckless man
You know, faggot ass Murder Inc. niggas
We hear y’all nigga but it's M.I.K. over here, ya heard me
G-Unit nigga
Tryna come at my boss wrong, aight nigga
We hear y'all

**Gun shot sound**

[Chuck D sample]
3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[Verse: Domination]
Fuckin’ bird ass niggas man this Domination yeah
My nigga 50 to advanced to be addressin' ya
So I'm here, Domination also known as the king's messenger
I might as well start with this fake Pac slash DMX wannabe
I'll put you 6 feet under me
In them rap lyrics Black you gotta be bored
Namin' yourself after a car you couldn't hardly afford
You say 50 overpaid why 'cause you’s a broke rapper
Still in the hood eatin’ sardines and crackers
Givе it up bastard
You need to focus on droppin' your album
Nobody pockets was affected by your fraudulеnt stabbin’
Keep playin' and I'ma murder you herbs
The only reason you alive is Smurf ain't give me the word
And you was perfect for the Wanksta beat
I’m glad you used it
Stupid that goes to show that Murder Inc. is trash music
Tah don't think I forgot you
I creep upon Lac wit a gat and put a cap in yo back pussy
I got a hearse for Young Merse too
Little puppet, I send you home to your mom's in a bucket
Ja ask Ashanti your line up is foolish
I'll break your little neck, you 'bout the size of a pool stick
We ashamed you from Queens talkin' 'bout you thuggin' somethin'
How motherfucker when you bang wit a fiend
Jeff you's a fruity
A little X, a hotel, some R Kell's and nigga feelin' on yo booty
We don't play that pussy shit
Round here
You know what we movin' wit
Round here
We rep gorilla unit clique
Clown yeah
Don't get shot over some stupid shit, I keep the pound there
Nigga Southside in the house, without a doubt
We the rappers wit gats everybody chat about
Check it out
Guns we bust 'em, problems wit Ja let's discuss 'em
He pussy and his threats is nuttin'
'Cause we could pop up in Hollis
Long nose llamas catch Balck Child hoppin' out his old ass Honda
Run upon Tah and Ja while they fuckin', murk 'em and put poison in Irv Gotti stuffin'
You fat little butter ball
You never bust a gun at all
I'll toss you off a bridge and watch you belly flop the fuckin' floor
You want war you actions sure don't show it
I have the coroner make this a kodak moment BITCH!!!!
M.I.K. nigga

[Outro: Bang Em Smurf]
Motherfucker
Yeah nigga
I sent him nigga
Bang Em Smurf nigga
I sent that boy after them bum ass niggas
G-Unit nigga
Pop off nigga
You hear us nigga
We in the hood nigga
Faggot ass niggas ha ha
Bum ass motherfucker