The Murderers - Ja Rule
[Black Child]
Word to god
Y'all know who the f_ck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kidz
You know what the f_ck we do
Murder b_tch n_ggaz like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all n_ggaz could get it
Act like y'all don't know
[rapping]
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit sh_t you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yea my sh_t's that real, I hustle hard all my life
Ran the streetz all night
My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherf_cker we don't beg or borrow
We take sh_t, f_ck you and yo fake b_tch, when the eight (.8mm) spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shut sh_t down
Kill a nigger for the f_ck of it I get you touched for chips
F_ck that sh_t, f_ck the whip, and f_ck you b_tch
YOU CAN JUST S_CK MY D_CK
[Chorus] [ Black Child ]
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherf_cker, we don't beg or borrow
We take sh_t, f_ck you and yo fake b_tch
When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
[Tah Murda]
Yo I give a f_ck if y'all n_ggaz hate me
I drop bodies off where the lakes be
But lately, I've been hitin cribz
And safes where the cake be
I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla
I put that hot sh_t thru you and watch you Holla Holla
The same n_ggaz that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takinall of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin
And brossen niggerz y'all can't live
Funny sh_t about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug sh_t I'm still livin y'all n_ggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp n_ggaz 2/3rd of my life
The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only code to the ghetto
It's murda, n_gga hand me the bezzle
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta sh_t, attractin yo b_tch, gettin head and lean back in the whip
I mastered the chipz, N_gga I'm tryin to tell you
You're holdin hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you
[Chorus] [ Black Child ]
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherf_cker, we don't beg or borrow
We take sh_t, f_ck you and yo fake b_tch
When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
[Ja Rule]
Ja's a muthaf_ckin problem
Any n_gga think not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on n_ggaz the minute I spot em
Who's gettin it, I got him N_gga dead and gone
Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow
I'ma degenerate n_gga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer sh_t
What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids
And clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz
Who you know wit gunz that kill sh_t
Just because we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than Roc n_ggaz
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock n_ggaz
What's my name?
J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthaf_ckin one
Druggin b_tches like Heron(heroin)
The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice
On your jewel to cop a Benz
20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for
Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw
I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames
It's Murda And ain't sh_t gon change
N_ggaz!!!
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