[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
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