Artist: Paris Album: Unleashed Song: Record Label Murder Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Paris] Now what would you do, if I blast all up in yo' shit, motherfuck the whole staff Niggaz know I flow, nine millimeter shittin slugs I'm seein bloody bodies on the motherfuckin rug Six o'clock be the time if it's on let it be You see it in my eyes, ridin through, hella deep See, bitch you ain't gon' do me like you did Da Lench Mob I'm decorated in this game, I played too motherfuckin long Now - I ain't gotta name nobody name All I'm knowin is the whole fuckin roster is complainin Talkin bout these white boys tryin to do promotion And white bitches tryin to get fucked by these soldiers Talkin with that slang like you down but now hold on See now that's enough to get yo' devil-ass stole on Fuckin with the wrong nigga, playin with my cash I'm known for puttin devils on they motherfuckin back Blast through the front do', what the fuck I'm 'posed to talk? Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk Brownout at nine, had no motherfuckin mercy So who the sexy nigga, bitch record label murder [Chorus] (nigga label murder) Now we fin' to start some shit (that nigga fin' to start) Motherfuckers shoulda quit (better have a nigga money) Out for each and every dime Seem like everytime I turn around some janky motherfucker tryin to take what's mine (nigga label murder) Got the whole fuckin click (that nigga fin' to start) Now we fin' to start some shit (better have a nigga money) Got these niggaz out the zoo for the job Bow down, motherfucker you can die when we start robbin [Paris] So many times I seen these niggaz fucked up out they chips Cause they didn't know the game, only makin 10 percent Dealin with these fuckin jews, now you losin everytime How many platinum niggaz standin in the county line Make you wanna get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car Baby renegotiate, fuckin with them Scars Now you askin who I'm talkin bout, homey you can pick This whole industry got nigga shit on whitey dick And then since I'm a soldier known to speak my fuckin mind I'ma put you up on game, everytime I start to rhyme Fuck that devil get yo' own man, learn about some shit Or be another broke nigga, tellin what he did And now I think you know, that I really gives a FUCK Fear no evil cause I'm God, let that devil try his luck Last man standin up, for the truth, say you heard it These players gettin played homey, record label murder [Chorus]