Murder Ink E

He's a cold-blooded killer. There's gotta be something we can do. He's a cold-blooded killer. There's gotta be something we can do. Yeah. He's a cold, a cold-blooded Yeah. One, two, fuckin' my face, I shoot. Sippin' that classy azul. I murder ink, but I ain't Ja Rule. Peep, peep the view. Yeah, the whip and the Bitch brand new. I been awake, partner, ain't no Snooze. I don't take breaks, but I bend the Rules. The man in the place, it's okay, they Can hate. I still won't change 'cause I paid My dues. Versace shades 'cause the sun in my Face. Give a damn what's his name, bitch, I Run the juice. Oops, they mad when I speak The truth. I seen that shit, no déjà vu. Big plays I did, so the fate you wish Us, double it up times two. You, you irrelevant, got no clue. Fuck a rap boy, write a tune. Don't make me pull up with all my troops. Go get some cheddar, you nincompoop. Here, take my shoes. Ha, you couldn't walk a Foot in these Giuseppes, I stay suited. Drink pink, pink shit, not diluted. So if you talkin' money, talk to me, I speak it fluent. Diamonds fluid, ragin' waters, Slimy sewer, connoisseurs. Go 'head, sue us. That's as close you gon' get to us. Wish you knew us, bitch, you Judas. Make me feed you to my shooters