Da franchise-

Uh, {chuckles}


Ey yo chris man, what you think these ^!$$%z was thinking man?


$#&@ y'all ^!$$%z thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man

Why these ^!$$%z trying to violate %#@! without us man huh?


I told these ^!$$%z man a piece of the pie come in the game


We want in man, franchise want in



I love ^!$$%z who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face

Screaming for they mama,


Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist


Don't let this young ^!$$% decieve you,

If you want beef then tell me where to meet you


I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off


Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,

My ^!$$%s rock raw and stick barrel style


^!$$%s mouth till they catch lock jaw,


I got plans to spend a million and more

Before I hit a million and four, before death,


Pull a gun on me squeeze one in me


I'm trying to make sure, ^!$$%z want none of me

You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me


I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy


I done scared so many ^!$$%z, it's gonna take a scared ^!$$% to kill me

If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty



(chorus) x2


Ja rule-


It's murda, we gon leave you in, ^!$$%

Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, ^!$$%


No more crying over spilled blood


Throw yo gunz if you a real thug

Uhh



Yo, you see y'all sometime ^!$$%z, boy, you gon speak to the four


Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law


I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door





It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoe


Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it

A ^!$$% jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit


You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies

Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name

Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the same


I let my ^!$$%z hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man

And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid


I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig

Frontin ^!$$%z, don't fake for me

Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery


It's murda


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Ey yo my ^!$$%z stay on the job and if there's any drama involved

We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolve

See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk


And enough !@%!e to have these blocks open for months

When I pop up, ^!$$%z better head for the hills

Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get killed

Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz


^!$$%z come home to find a bomb taped to they son

Bunch of violent ^!$$%z taking your one's

Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?


I down henny till my vision is blurred

%#@! I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl

Type of ^!$$% that'll bag up yo girl and twist her

I got no love for these ^!$$%z and these (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z


Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me

I'm from brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)

It's murda



(chorus) x2