Live At The Tunnel Songtext - Ja Rule

Everything yeah, yeah
What the fuck nigga
Ayyo dim the lights on my shit son
Yeah you heard, fuck that
For my nigga Flex

[Chorus]
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all)
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all)
That y'all, It's murda

Respect a thug, or accept a slug
Or accept the death of somebody you love
That's the rules we live by, ways I kiss by
We all Murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit 16's you gona wish they was sparks
Can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep
Slugs in your sleep while I'm plugging your freak
I'm the thug of the week, the killer of the millenium
Spitting like mack 10 and a 9 ??
Blasting off like Flex on New Years
Who cares how many slugs y'all spit in the air
Niggaz over here got glock 19's, P89's, hollow points, and M16's
357's and mack11's
We clap you come to the funeral...

Motherfucker if your holding them ?? nigga
Then I'd advise nigga, we rip the high niggaz
Don't matter the size niggaz
Ever since I popped up, alot of niggaz done got stuck
While I'm laying the cut, meant that's rocked up
Believe it's murda
Niggaz get popped up, burryed and chopped up
We don't give a fuck if the cops get touched
A ?? and a baby blue drop
With a stash box holding a 5th and two glocks

So fuck where you from, better start from day 1
It's amazing...

[Vita]
Murda mommy in every song
You was warned, should of listened when I told ya
It's comming to a closeure
And almost over now
Go to war like a solider now
And you rat broads running my style, I'm shutting you down
From NY to LA, Vi-ta from Jersey
More of a bitch then a lady
Chase chips, slick bitch
With flows that's sick, and it only gets worse...

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Murda, is the way of the walk
And since I walk a thin line, I'm looking at niggaz with dead eyes
And I'm baptized, my body has sined
A lil' weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head
Got me hollering, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
About nothing at all, front
I'm blasting off, killing you with probabal cause
Cause you probabal of thinking that you hotter then I
It will never be untill I die, and tourch the sky
Hells angel, fly
I feel like I'm at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life
This world made me a, Murderer
May the lord take you, before I murder ya
Bodies turning up, and who you think got 'em all touched
Muderers, is on your block catching the rush
Like niggaz can fuck wit us, they all gonna fall
Rule nigga, It's like that y'all

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