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!