know I only make moves with thugs nigga nigga nigga what make moves with thugs, nigga nigga what I make moves with thugs, ghetto niggas feel me [C-Murder
翻訳: のC -殺人. 動きを見せて.
翻訳: のC -殺人. 殺人F /マスターP、Mo（モリブデン）B.ディック - 移動を作る.
and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a
ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into
all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in L.A., time to play My peoples hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and
should of passed it You was moving slower than molasses, this time you an assed it Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move This is murder music nigga
Size and shit when they firing clips You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson His murder was a mystery
raise, move up to the register Large in charge but cha gotta be my spy Come back and tell me who's baggin' my fries Getting high on company time" Hell no sirree, wrong M.C
you're gettin' bored, baby Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder
Sendin' my troops, swoop through In come nuclear warheads, slay I'm sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missiles drop Then I make your body move
to smoke a primo Gotta go whether fiends in the clique that's a no no Gotta make that money, man Gimme all my change It's a murder thang, now Even in
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the AK Play our, play our C Town, all
in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, better burn, then move, true to the murder mo,
and I can front the homies D Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee Takin' over, shoot up they spot, make it hot And when the cops dry
one to fuck with Now I know the promoters I'm in with the musket Pound of the haze and a box of Dutches High to the cottonmouth Paranoid, make the wrong move
