Murda Murda

[Intro: Alfred Hitchcock & Ja Rule] How do you do, ladies and gentlemen? This is music to be murdered by Murder, murder You know what it is [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Yo, son, I come through like John Wu shooting cops, yo, move I'm Top Gun dropping bombs on you like Tom Cruise Don't get it confused, I'm quick to leave you dead on the news I got nothing to lose, sick in the head like Bishop from Juice Split you in two parts, bitch, go ask the wizard for a new heart Cuba rip your crew apart with just a few bars You know the repertoire Terror Squad, I'm in for life The Bronx bomber from Havana with my pins and stripes Niggas is nice spittin' venom on thе mic device, I'm poison Don't make mе grab the knife and slice and dice your organs I'm turning men to mice twice my size for flossin' Like they imported so the price is life extortion Caution, son, I'm dangerous, I don't rob and talk too much I just aim and bust, turn your brains to mush like angel dust Bring the rush in plain English, y'all niggas can't bang with us A gang of thugs who love to get drunk up in the clubs And ram shit up, stay punchin' niggas dead in they mug If it ain't my blood, must be yours staining the rug This ain't a game we playing, we bring the pain like (What) Yo, word up [Chorus: Ja Rule, Cuban Link] Murder-murder, who the hell heard her? The Lyrical Assassin blasting off with the burner Murder-murder, who the hell heard her? Hands up, niggas face down, you know what it is Murder-murder, you'll end up getting hurt up You'll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up Murder-murder, we killing shit, word up Bitch-made niggas, Rule and you reign us [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Growing up in the ghetto with that New York State of Mind I realized at nine my future was crime Hustlin' dimes was a trademark, soon as the blunt spark I inhale, exhale, took that and exhale daily routine Wake up, wash your ass, get cream, got that first ki At my slick sixteen, I seen cold bricks and cash and shit Got gritty and read up with that counterfeit And every round I spit, I throw it out in silence My N.Y. murderers, my L.A. riders ride with, ready to hustle Kill and die with me, all for the love, ice, hoes, and money Some murderous world we live in and that's why All the rules are reckless and I wanna send love From the murderers to the squad, R.I.P. Pun to Cavilon [Chorus: Ja Rule, Cuban Link] Murder-murder, who the hell heard her? The Lyrical Assassin blasting off with the burner Murder-murder, who the hell heard her? Hands up, niggas face down, you know what it is Murder-murder, you'll end up getting hurt up You'll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up Murder-murder, we killing shit, word up Bitch-made niggas, Rule and you reign us Murder-murder, who the hell heard her? The Lyrical Assassin blasting off with the burner Murder-murder, who the hell heard her? Hands up, niggas face down, you know what it is Murder-murder, you'll end up getting hurt up You'll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up Murder-murder, we killing shit, word up Bitch-made niggas, Rule and you reign us