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letra de inc vs. white out - i.f. soldiers

[intro: 1st born & k!lla kaunn]
yeah die n-gga die, motherf-ckers
hah, purple gang n-gga
hah f-ggot ass n-ggas man
ay em we got this! let’s ride
ayo p lets send some k!llas to them

[sample: ?]
i was crazy, i was blind
i can see so clearly what goes on your mind
i ain’t got time now, to play the fool
i ain’t got time now, at least not on you

[verse 1: k!lla kaunn]
ayo, a lot of these industry n-ggas is pushy
so i guess i gotta rape this beef since it came with a p-ssy
get popped so much, i been a tec
and we don’t mean a video producer when we call you “little x”
it’s best you get your slide on
singing hook with that chick that look like kermit the frog with sideburns

[verse 2: supa emcee]
ayo how many emcees must gеt dissed
before murda inc. falls off a cliff? just quit
littlе jeffrey got mad 50 bust his lip
i guess it’s true what they say dawg, a b-tch is a b-tch
don’t get mad if you hear me screaming “f-ck ja rule!”
you little f-ck, i got sperm drops bigger than you
[bridge: 1st born]
p.g. n-gga!
the song rated x (hahaha)
don’t get it confused n-gga
we paid our dues
yeah you know
yeah he was right, you do look like stuart little mothaf-cka
rat b-st-rd

[verse 3: t-flame]
listen yo, when you think murda inc., you think about a w-nksta
ja rule: a.k.a. the cookie monster gangsta
stuart little’s stunt double, we stopping your shine
black child album release date? 2009
stop lying jeffrey atkins, you’re acting not rapping
throw a price on your head like osama bin laden

[verse 4: animal chief]
jeffrey you keep popping off at the lip
they gon’ find you in the murder mitten hanging from a light pole strip
i got muslims infiltrating your clique, waiting to spit
i’ll have you running to em screaming “squash this sh-t!”
so before you scream “murda!!!”
think about your mother and kids, and all of your soon to be dead friends

[bridge: 1st born]
hah let’s have some fun with it, alright
what’s on your mind motherf-cker
we ain’t got time
we on you
gotti hah hah, b-tch ass n-gga
i’ma touch you for touching my dawg, dawg yo, i’m on ya
[verse 5: journalist 103]
ayo where does the diss start?
should we talk about how you b-tched up when you saw eminem leaving the airport
oh wait how about this
you haven’t been much of a murderer since innerscope signed 50 cent
yous a b-tch and you making it clear
you ’bout to be forgotten from this rap city like your name was joe clair

[verse 6: strike]
you know this b-tch ass n-gga always yelling at the mouth
i got a hundred n-ggas with guns just aimed at your house
you think suge gon’ save you?
him, you, chris, and irv all some has-beens that need to be on one label
so murder who? the industry is thirsty to get rid of you
and we gon’ see how tough you is when n-ggas come to murder you

- i f soldiers

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