featuring Ja Rule Jay Z Busta Rhymes M. Bleek Vita Tah Murda



[Ja Rule]

The world's most dangerous DJ

Cluemanati!!!

Get ready Queens it's dat real shit

Holla



[Jay Z]

Yeah yeah

Hovah Hovah

We takin ova so just Told ya It's murda

I'm here for that paper playa fuck one time

I'm here ta break ya playa one nine

Make ya scream and holla partner

When I blaaka partner

When I squeeze niggaz breathe like (breathes)

We da realest niggaz we killaz niggaz

We murdaraz



[Vita]

Vita Vita to all of my bitchez dats ready to flip dollaz dollaz

Lemme hear you holla holla

Gunshots pop up like it's murda

Ja's a murdera

I'm a murderous bitch

Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi

Bag for any any hoez feelin envy envy

If you chose to but I got some killaz dat'll bury and use you

It's murda



[Black Child]

Nigga this is for the dough dough, hurtin hurtin

Y'all niggaz is curteous curteous

When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick

Playa Playa I hate Hate who'se flow flow is so so

Midget niggaz who flow slow

Fire fire when I spit, full clip

Niggaz wet em wet em whoever holdin the coke

We'll dead em dead em

All my thug niggaz and thug bitches

this all it takes for paper if you feelin me

Holla Holla





[Chorus] x 2

All my niggaz thats ready to get dollaz dollaz

Bitches know who get em a lil hotta hotta

Come on if you rollin wit me folla folla

Its murda



[Memphis Bleek]

Niggaz neva neva

Seen a killa like Bleek

You could get it get it in a second on these streets

Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous

You aint you aint on my dick shorty but yo friend is

It's murda murda for life

Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that hold that

Niggaz ain't ready to die but we did it did it

Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits



[Tah Murda]

If you holla Black cal is all about a dolla

Dollaz Dollaz Nigga I'm from Homocide Hollis

Hate Hoe'z dat love to swallow swallow

We original robbers robbers wit revolvers

Sippin henny and renny and remy wit any

Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi

In any anybody could spit it spit it but can he live it live it

It's murda muthafucka don't forget it!



[Chorus] x 2



[Busta Rhymes]

Yeah yeah

Yeah ah yo yo Murda Murda

Now what you bout to do?

Lay you out on a stretcher

I betcha that when I get ya

I'll make y'all niggaz leak from my lyrical lecture

And treasure the moment of pleasure but when I wet ya (what)

Split ya cardiovescular up from the bullets we sent ya

Listen we dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what)

Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss in

I'm bout to cop an ounce of ? (how many wanna chip in)

And get a bunch of wild murderin niggaz time is all we ??



[Ja Rule]

Neva eva before fore

Whatever reason you think you law

Lord tell em I'ma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em

I'ma behead em for no flow

Wet em if they dry slow

Funny style niggaz I'll lift like lo loz

Then pimp yo broke hoez (whoa)

I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave niggaz gagged and shot

Why why the fuck not I'm a murderer murderin any

and everything thats in my way

Holla Holla