Ja Rule - Murda 4 Life Lyrics
Ja Rule-It's murda, it's murda, uhIt's murda, yeah, yeah, uhIt's murda, yeahIt's murda, ya heard, nigga?It's murda, yo, it's murdaIt's murda(Chorus) x2Ja Rule-Niggas live wit it, money drugs and murda for life*****es deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the nightIf your feeling it, get high, it's alrightBut you can't get it, until the day of my demiseTah Murda-Playa, playa, it's murda, murda for lifeWith silencers, hurtin' 'em rightLeavin' them numb, like Persian white, darken the light***** niggas- I don't scheme on them, I just lean on them*****-eyed Benz, butter leathers with four screens on themEver since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'naniThe same birds who have nerve to fly by meI'ma ball, like get it off for sureBrawl til I can't raw no more, kickin' your dog for rawWhen it's all set and done, my duns get it on and bubble]From the night to morn', from Dusk Til DawnAnd if I wasn't with Inc, with MurdaWould 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 HillsWe heavily steal, so get up, we bag coke then split it upPost niggas up on the wall, like, "What?! Get up!"And target practice like niggas a sittin' ducksIf you sittin' trunk, then prepare, prepare to get stuckWhat!(Chorus) x2Ja Rule-***** the world cause it ain't quite ready meI'm living my life niggas take a look at these eyesWitness what it is to be real niggasGuns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get someBad enough buy some nigga*****ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit upTearing your whole clique then we clip upNigga that's what, them murderers, nigga, that's usWhat the *****, is you ready to die right now, nigga?Know you feelin' my style, niggaRun wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggasHit 'em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em wit hot oneAin't no nigga like me, who you riding wit?Rolling nuttin' but hot shitYo *****, my *****Only difference is *****es on my dick blow dickHow I ***** spread hit, ho's love that shit, you celibateI'll turn you into the freakiest *****Have you topless dance in bars ***** for dollarsY'all *****es know what my style isAlways in some foul shit, Rule *****Let the world knowWhen I spit nothing but that murderous, live wit itIt's murda(Chorus) x2Black Child-Uh huhWhat the GodBlack ChildYeah, uh, what, bring it to 'emUh huhWhat the God?YeahYeah, we here now, don't get scared nowIt's the murderers about to tear shit downTouch the town, bless the world, undress your girl***** your moms, we make bellow on bronzeCuz when I pell these arms, just spit these gunsWe gon' split yo' ones, and you know the outcomeInc. coming, get some, nigga squeeze the pumpNigga breathes when we dump, what the ***** y'all want?!NiggaJa Rule-None of me cuz I hit them with too much styleAnd my energy got the nigga creatin' little meI'ma lock game, squeezeKnow that it's my time, if I leave here, breatheNiggas hatin' on mines, I'ma nightmareNiggas better prepare to dieAnd deal with Ja, holla, and murda for life!(Chorus) x2It's murda, it's murdaIt's murda, it's murdaIt's murda, it's murdaIt's murda, it's murdaIt's murda, it's murdaIt's murda, uh, uhWe out
