Ja Rule (Featuring Black Child & Tah Murdah) The Murderers lyrics

Word to God, y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kidz
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggaz like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know

In the world that's Ice Cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down

So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life
Ran the streetz all night
My wife alwayz said, "Everything was gonna be ait"

And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?

Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle, you keep chasin' yesterday
You gon miss tomorow, it's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the 8 spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The 4 5 will calm you down, you under trauma now

It's drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it, I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit and fuck the whip, fuck you bitch
You can just suck my dick

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the 8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show love, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz, we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me
I drop bodies off where the lakes be
But lately, I'm hittin' cribz
And safes where the cake be

I take three to the vest for the love of the dollas
And put that hot shit thru you, watch you holla holla
The same niggaz, I ball wit I'ma brawl wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it

Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all can't live
Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it

I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my life

The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest

It's murda the only code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head, lean back in the whip

I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you
You're holdin' hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the 8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show love, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz, we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz

Ja's a muthafuckin' problem
Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot 'em
Who's gettin it, I got him nigga dead and gone

Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads, show 'em how those gunz blow
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer shit

What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids
Clap up yo crib, it's the murderers who you know wit gunz that kill shit
Just because we're them hot niggerz, sell mo records than Roc niggaz
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz

What's my name?
J the A R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one
Druggin' bitches like Heron

The God be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice on your jewel
To cop a Benz, 20 inch chrome, the shoes
I got nuttin' to lose but everything to live for
Thorough bread demand and supply the raw

I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers understand that
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Motherfuckers get it on, well like that
All my murderers
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Murda ain't niggas