Текст песни Ja Rule - Murda 4 Life, слова песни Ja Rule

Текст песни Ja Rule - Murda 4 Life

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Текст песни Ja Rule - Murda 4 Life

Yeah. What y'all niggaz wantstreet shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shitYou heard niggaIt's all real in the field niggaChorus( )Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for lifeBitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the nightIf your feeling it, get high its alrightbut you can't get it, until the day of our demise(repeat)(Memphis Bleek)You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fallBitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at allIf I wasn't rolling with the rockWill you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocksI walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicksJust cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like themIts all about the benjamins money cash hoe's livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doeStreet scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reeferDrug ass flow like I was cut wit etherMark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this niggablaze bark wit this nigaMe and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside yousupply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animalChorus (2x)(Ja Rule)Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready meI'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes Witness what it is to be real niggaz guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some Bad enough buy some nigga Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up Tearing your whole clique then we clip up Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga?Know you feelin my style nigga Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggazHit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot oneAin't nigga like me, who you riding wit?Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitchOnly difference is bitches on my dick blow dick How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate I'll turn you into the freakest bitchHave you topless dancing in bars naked for dollarsY'all bitches know what my style is Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch Let the world knowWhen I spit nothing but that murderous live wit itChorus (2x)(Memphis Bleek)Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin atBum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit thatLive with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get itDon't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it Brooknam and QueensYo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggazHOLLA don't give a fuck, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get itCrump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want nigga!(Ja Rule)None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me'sI'm a lock and squeeze know that its my timeIf I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare to dieAnd deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!Chorus(2x)Uhh yeah Ja Rule, Memph Bleek Holla back, Roc-a-FellaIts Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uhWe out

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Murda 4 Life

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