Murdergram

[Intro: Jay-Z] Niggas is dead! Dead, I tell you! Can't be serious What you think's gon' happen with three of the illest niggas together in street music, and so forth, on one track, huh? Can't be serious It's Murda, nigga Huh? It's Murda! [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Ja Rule] Motherfuckers wanna kill me, but don't got the heart To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark 'Cause whether you're for or against this When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes, everybody knows The weapons I possess? They not for show And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door See, once I flash, motherfuckers better do the one-shot dash or be one shot ass J to the A-Y to the— Drive by to your hood, screaming "bye-bye" to you Why would you fuck with me knowing I put you— Six feet deep and them niggas could die with you? Cock the hot pistol, then pop the hot pistol And I promise you only one thing: I will not miss you Jay-Hova, know the God that served ya 'Cause dead or alive, when I arrive, it's Murda! (Yo) [Verse 2: Ja Rule & DMX] Shit, I hope y'all niggas know to lay low now 'Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down 'Cause I hit 'em on sight; it's dark—dim the lights You shot twice, God bless, to this, the night That a lot of niggas fear the coming of their life And you dead right, be in hell looking for ice Fucking with Ja, y'all bitch niggas talking shit All on my dick, y'all broke niggas making me rich You gon' blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the Henny rock Flow semi-hot—handling me, you're not Check my forte—not even on a bad day you beat this Rather beat your dick or your bitch My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill, niggas dying 'Cause they know I spit like iron Nothing but sparks flying, leaving holes in mics Hell and night, go together like heaven and light Niggas ain't seeing my plight, it's aiiight I let the world know I shine like ice I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice 'Cause I'm a gambling man You should gamble with a gat in your hand Spin in barrel and put it to your head 'Cause we don't dance no more; all's we do is cock and spit Dedicated to giving y'all nothing but thug shit Think we playing? You'll undoubtedly fall further Fucking with I-N-C, it's Murda! (Ugh, ugh) [Verse 3: DMX] I'm a cruddy nigga, going up raw-dog in dirty bitches And if I get burned, I'm giving that shit to thirty bitches You say you know a nigga like me—guess again, papi I might smile up in your face, but I ain't your friend, papi Jump out the fifteen hundred, like, "Run it!" Niggas don't want it—get it, done it, when I'm blunted However it went down, I made it happen, I made it scrappin' I made it fussing, busting, I made it capping And letting off wasn't nothing new to a nigga Something to do to a nigga, 'cause you's a fool, nigga I know your type—you hype, all up off that fake shit You can't understand why a man would have to take shit Or steal shit, but this is that real shit, niggas kill shit, peel shit I hit you in your head—you won't feel shit! RRRR! Let the dogs loose on a niggas ass Find out if the niggas faster than the trigger blast A fucking snake in the truest form Knowing damn well that what I do is wrong, but still, I do it strong Niggas is making movies, so I gots to stop production I need a block to function, and maybe I'll stop destructing The blocks is not for fronting, so let me get that, shorty 'Cause you don't need that shorty—you don't know what to do with that shorty You might as well hit this forty before you hit the floor Another 24—what you want? Money? More? Them niggas get it raw, with no condom You find him saying he sorry for what he said before I blind him Get the flame out the four-fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more, Riff Dog you on the floor stiff, could have made it to the door if Bullets traveled a lot slower, and you ran a lot faster But they don't, and you can't, so don't think about after 'Cause tomorrow ain't coming, so stop running, 'cause you gon' die like a sucker Murda, motherfucker! [Outro: DMX] Uh! Where my motherfucking dogs at Ugh, ugh My nigga, Jigga; my dog, Ja Irv Gotti, Ruff Ryders Def Jam, where my dogs at? Ty Fyffe, ugh, where my dogs at? Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby Hold me down, baby Boomer! One love, nigga RRRR! Murda, motherfucker! It's real!