murda 4 life Songtext - Ja Rule

[Ja Rule]
It's murda, it's murda, uh
It's murda, yeah, yeah, uh
It's murda, yeah
It's murda, ya heard, nigga?
It's murda, yo, it's murda
It's murda

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Niggas live wit it, money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of my demise

[Tah Murda]
Playa, playa, it's murda, murda for life
With silencers, hurtin' 'em right
Leavin' them numb, like Persian white, darken the light
Bitch niggas- I don't scheme on them, I just lean on them
Cock-eyed Benz, butter leathers with four screens on them
Ever since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'nani
The same birds who have nerve to fly by me
I'ma ball, like get it off for sure
Brawl til I can't raw no more, kickin' your dog for raw
When it's all set and done, my duns get it on and bubble
>From the night to morn', from Dusk Til Dawn
And if I wasn't with Inc, with Murda
Would you broads drive with me?
Draw guns, side-to-side with me?
Mine's real, and I ain't comfertable til I see a mil'
Or a mansion in Beverly Hills
We heavily steal, so get up, we bag coke then split it up
Post niggas up on the wall, like, "What?! Get up!"

I'll turn you into the freakiest bitch
Have you topless dance in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my style is
Always in some foul shit, Rule bitch
Let the world know
When I spit nothing but that murderous, live wit it
It's murda

[Chorus x2]

[Black Child]
Uh huh
What the God
Black Child
Yeah, uh, what, bring it to 'em
Uh huh
What the God?
Yeah

Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now
It's the murderers about to tear shit down
Touch the town, bless the world, undress your girl
Fuck your moms, we make bellow on bronze
Cuz when I pell these arms, just spit these guns
We gon' split yo' ones, and you know the outcome
Inc. coming, get some, nigga squeeze the pump
Nigga breathes when we dump, what the fuck y'all want?!
Nigga

[Ja Rule]
None of me cuz I hit them with too much style
And my energy got the nigga creatin' little me
I'ma lock game, squeeze
Know that it's my time, if I leave here, breathe
Niggas hatin' on mines, I'ma nightmare
Niggas better prepare to die
And deal with Ja, holla, and murda for life!

[Chorus x2]

[Ja Rule]
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, uh, uh
We out

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