4 Life

[Intro: Ja Rule] It's murda, it's murda, uh It's murda, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh It's murda, yeah It's murda, you heard, nigga? It's murda, yo, it's murda It's murda [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise [Verse 1: Caddillac Tah] Playa, murda, it's 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 Never since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'nani (uh-huh) The same birds who have nerve to fly by me (yeah!) 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 it up!" And target practice like niggas a sittin' ducks If you sittin' trunk, then prepare, prepare to get stuck (what!) [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Fuck the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me I'm living my life, niggas, take a look at these eyes Witness what it is like to be real, niggas Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some Bad enough? pop some, nigga Fucking around with Ja, Bleek, get hit up Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up Nigga, that's what, the murderers, nigga, that's us What the fuck, is you ready to die right now, nigga? Know you feelin' my style, nigga Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas Hit 'em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em with hot one Ain't no nigga like me, who you riding with? Rolling nothing but hot shit, your bitch - my bitch Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick How I cock spread hit, hoes 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 in some foul shit, Rule bitch Let the world know When I spit, nothing but that murderous Live with it [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise [Verse 3: Black Child] 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! [Verse 4: Ja Rule] None of me 'cause, I hit 'em with too much style And my energy, got these niggas creatin' little me's I'ma lock and squeeze, know that it's my time If I leave air breath, niggas hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare, niggas better prepare to die And deal with Ja hollerin' Murda for life! [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, 'til the day of our demise [Outro: 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 Uh, uh We out