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Artist:Ja Rule F/ Black Child, Tah Murdah
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Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:[Tah Murdah]
We about money and murda
The fuck y'all want to do
Either pass
that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that nigga
Don't question why

Cuz when it's murda motherfucker
Everybody gotta die

Die motherfucker die
motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die

[Tah Murdah]

Money aint never been nothing
I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it aint never
been in my heart to let niggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy

And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me
(Its gangsta) yeah and aint
no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy "but
that aint gone last nigga"
Pop fire off shots "and thats your ass nigga"
Its war now
thats why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the
And fuck that beef shit cause some beef wont die
And some niggas will say they
gangsta but they wont ride
And while its hard for you to decide Ill let it fly
shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up
Under palm trees to white sand

Everything is a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When its your flesh it
begin warming you
Now die motherfucker die
Cuz Im tired of warning you

Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker
Dont be scared now, die motherfucker

Black Child Im off parole its murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to
God it feels like Im from every hood
Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good

Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should
Its for my blacks from the bricks back
to Inglewood
We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads
In this world my flow is another
lost soul
My shit sounds like shots from a four pound
For these bitch clowns its war now

Its all about paper thats my issue
Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol

[Chorus x2: Ja Rule]
Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead
Die motherfucker die,
its your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
Die motherfucker Die,
thats your life

[Ja Rule]
Niggas know the truth
Rule raises the roof

Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf
And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ

Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto
Niggas know my mental kill or be killed
head for the hills
But dont never slide down it if you to high ground it
(puff, puff)
uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent
And one nigga stripped of his talents

New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence
Where first time offenders get floated to the
And one time give a nigga one time
Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind

I blow lines like an addict
Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats
Rules above
average me and this music make a marriage
So I thee wed till Im either jailed or dead
Feel me niggas

[Black Child]
Word to God
Feel us nigga

We here, again
It's Murda

[Chorus x2]
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