[Intro: Ja Rule]
IT'S MURDA!
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah yeah, Hova Hova
We taking over soldier, told ya it's Murda
I'm here for that paper player, fuck one time
I'm here to break ya playa one nine
Make ya scream and holla partner
When I block ya partner
When I squeeze niggas breathe like {*ahh-hah, ahh-hah*}
We the realest niggas we killaz niggas
We Murderers, feel us?
[Verse 2: Vita]
Vita Vita to all of my bitches
That's ready to flip dollars dollars
Lemme hear you holla holla
Gunshots pop up like it's murda
Ja's a murdera
I'm the murderous bitch
Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi bag
For any any hoes feelin envy envy if you choose to
But I got some killers that'll bury and use you
It's murda!!
[Verse 3: Tah Murdah]
Nigga we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin
Y'all niggas is curtains curtains
When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick
Playa playa I hate a hater whose flow flow is so-so
Midget niggas who grow slow
Fire fire when I spit, full clip
Niggas wet em wet em
Whoever holdin the coke we'll dead em dead em
All my thug niggas and thug bitches
This all it takes for paper if you feelin me
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
(holla holla) All my niggas thats ready to get
(Dollars dollars) Bitches know who can get em a little
(Hotter hotter) Come on, if you rollin wit me
(Follow follow) It's murda..
(holla holla) All my niggas thats ready to get
(dollars dollars) Bitches know who can get em a little
(hotta hotta) Come on, if you rollin wit me
(follow follow) It's murda..
[Verse 4: Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, yeah
Niggas neva neva, seen a killa like Bleek
You could get it get it in a second on these streets
Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous
You ain't you ain't on my dick shorty but yo friend is
It's murda murda for life
Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that
Niggas ain't ready to die with us get it get it
Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits
[Verse 5: Black Child]
Make you holla black cal is all about a dolla
Dollars dollars nigga I'm from homocide Hollis
Hate hoes that love to swallow swallow
We original robbers robbers wit revolvers
Sippin Henny and Remi and Remi wit any
Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi
In any anybody could spit it spit it
But can he live it live it
It's murda motherfucker don't forget it!
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
(holla holla) All my niggas thats ready to get
(dollars dollars) Bitches know who can get em a little
(hotta hotta) Come on, if you rollin wit me
(follow follow) It's murda..
(holla holla) All my niggas thats ready to get
(dollars dollars) Bitches know who can get em a little
(hotta hotta) Come on, if you rollin wit me
(follow follow) It's murda..
[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Murda murda, yo, yo-yo yo
Now what you 'bout to do?
Lay you out on a stretcher
I betcha that when I get ya
I'll make y'all niggas leak from my lyrical lecture
And treasure the moment feel pleasure from when I wet ya (WHAT!)
Split ya cardiovascular up from the bullets we sent ya
Listen we dishin our flava we cook in the kitchen (what!)
Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss in
I'm bout to cop an ounce of lye (how many wanna chip in?!)
And murder while a bunch of wild murderin niggas
Time is never before
[Verse 7: Ja Rule]
Neva eva before fore
Whatever reason you think you law
Lord tell em I'mma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em
I'mma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow
Funny style niggas I'll lift like lo-lo's
Then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!)
I'mma, I'mma, pop, pop and leave, leave niggas gagged and shot, why
Why the fuck not I'm a murderer murderin' any and everythang that's in my way, holla holla
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