เนื้อเพลง Murda 4 Life - Ja Rule
เนื้อเพลง Murda 4 Life
Yeah. What y'all n*ggaz want
street sh*t, Memph Bleek sh*t, Ja rule sh*t
You heard n*gga
It's all real in the field n*gga
[Chorus]
N*ggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life
B*tches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
but you can't get it, until the day of our demise
[repeat]
[Memphis Bleek]
You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall
B*tches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you n*ggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks
I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
Just cause you n*ggaz want to see me hurtin like them
Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
livin through this sh*t i'm in nigger stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure n*gga white collar cat
ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, b*tch holla back
I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer
Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether
Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this n*gga spark with this n*gga
blaze bark wit this niga
Me and Ja Rule f*ckin you hoe's is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you
supply you with ten b*tches times two, I'm a motherf*ckin animal
[Chorus 2x]
[Ja Rule]
F*ck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life n*ggaz take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real n*ggaz
guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough buy some n*gga
F*cking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
N*gga thats what these Murderers n*gga that's us
What the f*ck, is you ready to die right now n*gga?
Know you feelin my style n*gga
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle n*ggaz
Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
Ain't n*gga like me, who you riding wit?
Rolling nothing but hot sh*t your b*tch my b*tch
Only difference is b*tches on my d*ck blow d*ck
How I cock spread hit ho's love that sh*t, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest b*tch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all b*tches know what my style is
Always on some foul sh*t, Rule b*tch
Let the world know
When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it
[Chorus 2x]
[Memphis Bleek]
Hol-la! What you think of that, b*tch where we freakin at
Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
Live with it n*gga hit it, don't stop get it get it
Don't tricking b*tching, would you f*ck with it
Brooknam and Queens
Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass n*ggaz
HOLLA don't give a f*ck, DOLLAS n*ggaz what you want get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the f*ck y'all want n*gga!
[Ja Rule]
None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
And my energy got these n*ggaz creatin lil me's
I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time
If I leave air breath n*ggaz haten on mines
I'm a nightmare n*ggas better prepare to die
And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 Life!
[Chorus 2x]
Uhh yeah
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh
We out