'The Last Temptation' LP
Def Jam Recordings ‎2002
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Uh, uh, yeah, we back up in this [bad word] Murder INC, ha ha
I go by the name of [bad word]  you know
Got my [bad word] [bad word] Santana in the house
My [bad word] Buck, my clique niggaz
I murder by number, niggaz
My [bad word] black, 0 1 you know
My new [bad word] life, what's happenin'?
Yeah, 'bout the let these [bad word] know like you know
When we [bad word]  em and [bad word] all crazy
You want a [bad word] callin' [bad word]  we ain't got time for that Ma
We [bad word] threw and murder the puss, that's all
Ha ha ha ha
 [bad word] 

Baby when your in' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your in' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me

Listen love, I know your used to gettin' sweet nothings whispered to ya
But my [bad word] game [bad word] ya mind
And influence ya to do certain things
Like hop in the range, in the rain, [bad word] naked, to get spanked
This is your world and you're doin' your thing, go ahead momma
I got no problem being on the bottom

The way you shake that [bad word] like hoe's from Harlem
Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
'Cuz baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake them [bad word] and hips
By the way you make me wanna leave the one I'm wit
Take the spot of being my 'Down [bad word] [bad word] 
Baby murder me, heh, the way I murder you, heh
That look in your eyes is like the sunrise, when your [bad word]  me
 [bad word] 

Yo, yo
We can go from the bed to the hot tub
Until you get enough
Mommy l'll call ya bluff and put it up in ya guts
'Cuz l'm a gangsta, so l'll hit her wit the gangsta touches
Bottle of Hennesey, Dro and some Dutches
Man l'll pull up in like three in the mornin', honkin'
You at the door wit a T shirt on and a thongs
And tellin' [bad word] on in get out of the cold
But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though

Let me put a buck in your ear
And let you know l'm the thug of the year
And the last thing I do is care
Legs up, killin' it, drillin' it
Man she feelin' it, shiverin', talkin' in tongues
Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong
We get it on, like pong
Stars wit a gangsta twist to it, now lets do it
So whenever your ready just page me
And you'll see, how I murda, and hearda, the [bad word]  [bad word] 

Hold on baby, you need to holla at the king as your ual paralysis
Is more than wild it's border lined and foul
Your look, your style, that freaky smile
Got me layin' [bad word] to ya, God bless the child
I get hold it's on, I make ya scream and moan
The thugs nature, how could a [bad word] hate the way
I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it
Lick her [bad word]  break down the walls to the basics?

Face it, your [bad word] , wit a [bad word] love
And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove
Paintin', no relation not a lot of sation
She brought her own K Y, ready for penetration
I'm patient, l'll murder the puss when l'm ready
But meanwhile, and me doin' this Marvin [bad word] medley
And you'll murder me the same way that I murder you, baby
 [bad word]