Murder We Wrote

Ruthless Bastards

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    Frontin..

    (Yo when you frontin son? I'ma murder one of y'all dudes
    Hot shot one, now that nigga's maggot food
    Forty-fifth'll make a nigga change his attitude
    Rapid fire, tryin to hit him off this latitude)
    My crew be livin like Kings but we ain't Latin
    You don't know the half like the mothafuckin fraction
    Tough actin like Tinactin, breakin backs in
    Fatigue gear, blood on my boots, no more fashion
    Trust me son, Ruthless you don't wanna battle
    (cuz you'll be up shits creek without a fuckin paddle)
    The heat is guarentee to seat you like a saddle
    (Me and the God, we bringin beef like cattle)
    Avoidin snakes that rattle (Rat tails that tattle)
    Paranoid, gettin ice grilled by the double barrel
    (Know what they say about these scared cats, tell everyone
    But I got guns to make 'em really run, you hear me son?)
    Now here's the plan, clear the block it's like that
    Because they said they got gats, you think I fear that?
    I hear that, procrastinate or retaliate, you'll never win
    The crews' in Timbs, I knock you all down like roller blades
    (Eh yo my gat is contagious, watch out you might catch it
    Come in my town, think twice cuz shit is hectic
    Blunts leavin you cuttin, you ain't sayin nothin
    Slit you from your fuckin forehead to your belly button)
    Who you be? (Sha Gotti, always bustin a shotti and fuckin your hottie
    High as Hell, beam up like Scotty, rock my hair knotty
    Eighty cops can't stop me so anybody try me)
    No doubt, put your best man up, I kick his ass too
    And bash you, and get my fuckin nut off like cashew
    I don't get down with these clowns cuz they don't know me
    Just hold me down and watch me bust 'em down just like a stoggy
    What? Guns I tote, amateurs take note, then you can quote/unquote
    It's Murder We Wrote (We murdered this son)

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    Chorus: all (Sha Gotti)

    Murder We Wrote (Murder, murder)
    Murder We Wrote (It's murder on tape, boby bags, mental tags
    Murder We Wrote (Niggaz don't know the half while we ready to blast)
    Murder We Wrote

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