Ja Rule-

It's murda, it's murda, uh

It's murda, yeah, yeah, uh

It's murda, yeah

It's murda, ya heard, nigga?

It's murda, yo, it's murda

It's murda



(Chorus) x2

Ja Rule-

Niggas live wit it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night

If your feeling it, get high, it's alright

But you can't get it, until the day of my demise



Tah Murda-

Playa, playa, it's murda, murda for life

With silencers, hurtin' 'em right

Leavin' them numb, like Persian white, darken the light

Bitch niggas- I don't scheme on them, I just lean on them

Cock-eyed Benz, butter leathers with four screens on them

Ever since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'nani

The same birds who have nerve to fly by me

I'ma ball, like get it off for sure

Brawl til I can't raw no more, kickin' your dog for raw

When it's all set and done, my duns get it on and bubble

]From the night to morn', from Dusk Til Dawn

And if I wasn't with Inc, with Murda

Would you broads drive with me?

Draw guns, side-to-side with me?

Mine's real, and I ain't comfertable til I see a mil'

Or a mansion in Beverly Hills

We heavily steal, so get up, we bag coke then split it up

Post niggas up on the wall, like, "What?! Get up!"

And target practice like niggas a sittin' ducks

If you sittin' trunk, then prepare, prepare to get stuck

What!



(Chorus) x2



Ja Rule-

Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me

I'm living my life niggas take a look at these eyes

Witness what it is to be real niggas

Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some

Bad enough buy some nigga

Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up

Tearing your whole clique then we clip up

Nigga that's what, them murderers, nigga, that's us

What the fuck, is you ready to die right now, nigga?

Know you feelin' my style, nigga

Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas

Hit 'em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em wit hot one

Ain't no nigga like me, who you riding wit?

Rolling nuttin' but hot shit

Yo bitch, my bitch

Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick

How I cock spread hit, ho's love that shit, you celibate

I'll turn you into the freakiest bitch

Have you topless dance in bars naked for dollars

Y'all bitches know what my style is

Always in some foul shit, Rule bitch

Let the world know

When I spit nothing but that murderous, live wit it

It's murda



(Chorus) x2



Black Child-

Uh huh

What the God

Black Child

Yeah, uh, what, bring it to 'em

Uh huh

What the God?

Yeah



Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now

It's the murderers about to tear shit down

Touch the town, bless the world, undress your girl

Fuck your moms, we make bellow on bronze

Cuz when I pell these arms, just spit these guns

We gon' split yo' ones, and you know the outcome

Inc. coming, get some, nigga squeeze the pump

Nigga breathes when we dump, what the fuck y'all want?!

Nigga



Ja Rule-

None of me cuz I hit them with too much style

And my energy got the nigga creatin' little me

I'ma lock game, squeeze

Know that it's my time, if I leave here, breathe

Niggas hatin' on mines, I'ma nightmare

Niggas better prepare to die

And deal with Ja, holla, and murda for life!



(Chorus) x2



It's murda, it's murda

It's murda, it's murda

It's murda, it's murda

It's murda, it's murda

It's murda, it's murda

It's murda, uh, uh

We out


more