Letras: Ja Rule. Exodus. Exodus (Intro).

Yeah yeah yo street time nigga in case you dont kno the call me loc short for lo ki im speck for rule sayin his last goodbye this is exodus this bin a hell of a ride from vinni venni vicci to blood in his eye in the next plan in time iv seen the rock split in the ride its as rouf as the ride gets and you kno they all want to murder the INC but they cant kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz and if finish it means murder (murder murder murder)so be it (?) last that i recall they try'd to murder the god mimic my style then leave them in memory of but smile some memorys lost the new idntaty was born and nar this aint a movie dog this is murder (murder murder murder) and you need a second for me yo gotti i make the hits you just give me the nod but the air play the gun play from new york to L.A the S.K's will make these niggaz spin like perelaes we had some good years but im tierd and ya niggaz despierin and trying to put the dalce to the fire its like a episode of the wire the only difference is the vengence is taking us in real life now everybody wanna look at us and think twice and point there fuckin fingers like damm the (?) yall nigga that dont know we them niggaz man murder INC we done bin through it all done seen it all there aint nothin you can tell me nigga haha i just wanna let ya'll know man i bin through so many things if it wasnt the way i live life would a nigga pray every night to christ jesus im just askin coz my prayers never seem to get ansawed ma mama didnt raise no basterd i was born with the talent you cant touch i call magic you call it music once it get remasterd i got with gotti started makin classics its MURDER its the corses of traffic trust was my only niggaz force of habbit at the time in the game everything was average pac catches die big catches die and my nigga had a plan to keep def jam alive first he sign D then he sign me then he introduced jay and the rest is history thanks for the memory thanks for the misery reminising the spike lee them was the school days we graduaterd with A's but these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's and till they back up coz that what they gave us when they read the vendikas and various pappers but no heart no foul ya'll niggaz frendly styal anyway now we go hard shit till the edge (gotti) thats a good question tho see i dont understand why they would think what they thinking about its just not the case tho i love my niggaz thats all im guilty of and that all that i ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz its all good tho i aint streesing that shit man sometimes god has to put you through things that bring out the best verry in who you are nigga sam said it to me he said sometimes greatness is not what you acomplish its wot you overcome still breathin feel me

(Thanks to gary for these lyrics)