Текст песни Ja Rule - It's Murda (Freestyle)
Ja Rule - It's Murda (Freestyle) слова песни
Текст песни Ja Rule - It's Murda (Freestyle)
(feat. Hussein Fatal)[Intro Ja rule]It's Murda... (ha ha ha)It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!It's Murda... y'all know who we beYeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga( )(my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)Holla back you bitch ass niggaz[Verse 1 Ja Rule]Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'In tha five series beamer, dump and lean yaI fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina'sTake crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus ChristMy weakness have always been bad bitchesand new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinaryAnd that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a fuckI don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his lifeThis is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary, one for tha ageswhen then sawed off with tha front of them gaugesTo engage in combatTo send you and 'fem' where yo moms atMotherfucka you hear thatAnd I ain't talkin about them heaven from skiesI'm talkin' about them fire from ninesOr maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-ohOr maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay lowYou bitch made, and I heard about that bitchyou be slayin layin up with, some where off of SunsetY'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose"And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"Yo vest is no use when we cock and flameIt's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)[Verse 2 Hussein Fatal]It's Murda (yeah)Hussein Fatal nigga (It's Murda)Muthafuckas...Rule' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me"A.I" ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without meYo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but boldwent from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose"Got my blind D-O-G's readin' brail and coatskeep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's coldClean my set, pieced out flame tha tecThrow shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet"Son of a gangsta, Talk dirty son I'm a bang yaI'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha bangerHussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugsNigga blade part two I got tha taste for bloodLog on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombsmore militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymesClucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick greenOut tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteenYou ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shitAnd "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch"Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicthHe confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shitWe sex, money and murda you niggasAin't no playin' around with this rap shitbanana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plasticThis tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no)You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...Plaaattt... Hussein tha donBelieve we got this shit poppin' in this muthafuckaRule' it's good...And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin outBrick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right hereWe been doing this shit for a long timeYa'll niggas got the streets confused niggawe been on this gansta thug shitBitch ass niggas you know what it isevery time we touch tha muthafuckin booth niggaIt's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas assesNiggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out niggaHussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, niggaM.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafiaYeah...Shadow...let's get it...