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Artist:Ja Rule Featuring Memphis Bleek
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Album:Venni Vetti Vecci
Track:Murda 4 Life
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:379
 
Lyrics:Yeah. What y'all niggaz want
street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit
You heard
nigga
It's all real in the field nigga

Chorus

Niggaz live wit
it, money drugs and murdah for life
Bitches 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
Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at
all
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash
glocks
I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
Just cause you niggaz want to
see me hurtin like them
Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
livin through
this shit i'm in nigger stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat

ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch 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 nigga
spark with this nigga
blaze bark wit this niga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin 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 bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal

Chorus (2x)


(Ja Rule)
Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life niggaz take
a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real niggaz
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 thats what these
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 niggaz
Hit em
any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit?

Rolling nothing but hot shit your 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 freakest bitch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches
know what my style is
Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch
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, bitch where we freakin at
Bum chick
don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it
get it
Don't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it
Brooknam and Queens
Yo,
it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz
HOLLA don't give a fuck,
DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want nigga!


(Ja Rule)
None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
And my energy got these
niggaz creatin lil me's
I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time
If I leave air
breath niggaz haten on mines
I'm a nightmare niggas 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
 
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