Текст песни Ja Rule - The Murderers, слова песни Ja Rule

Текст песни Ja Rule - The Murderers

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Текст песни Ja Rule - The Murderers

(Black Child)Word to godY'all know who the fuck this isYou know we would kidnap yo kidzYou know what the fuck we doMurder bitch niggaz like youFor real, all the time, any place, anywhereY'all niggaz could get it( )Act like y'all don't know(rapping)In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowlyCats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holyMy momma always told me the streetz will slow me downDaddy never showed me how the heat will hold me downSo now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that killsYea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my lifeRan the streetz all nightMy wife alwayz said everything was gonna be aitAnd she was right and that's one reason why I love herBut everything she said went in one ear and out the otherWord to mother, look at it from a thug point of viewWhen the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust youI'm tryin to eat like RusselMurda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorowIt's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrowWe take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spitYou could feel the hatred, taste itYou high right now, you ain't ready to die right nowThe .45 will calm you down, you under trauma nowIt's drama how a child will shut shit downKill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chipsFuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitchYOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICKChorus: ( Black Child )If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorowIt's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrowWe take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitchWhen the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste itIt's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugzAnd tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz(Tah Murda)Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate meI drop bodies off where the lakes beBut lately, I've been hitin cribzAnd safes where the cake beI take three to the vest for the love of the dollaI put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla HollaThe same niggaz that I ball wit I'ma brawl witI'm a tank running in banks and takinall of itPlayer we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustinAnd brossen niggerz y'all can't liveFunny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about itThug shit I'm still livin y'all niggaz just spit about itI rob and stomp niggaz 2 3rd of my lifeThe other 1 3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdzIf you ever get the urge to come by and try to testThere's only one and then you get numb and lied to restIt's murda the only code to the ghettoIt's murda, nigga hand me the bezzleAnd dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spitGangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whipI mastered the chipz, Nigga I'm tryin to tell youYou're holdin hammers and nails andWe have you where the dogz couldn't smell youChorus: ( Black Child )If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorowIt's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrowWe take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitchWhen the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste itIt's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugzAnd tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz(Ja Rule)Ja's a muthafuckin problemAny nigga think not, I'ma pop himPut the lean on niggaz the minute I spot emWho's gettin it, I got him Nigga dead and goneGonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blowI'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanesTop down wit my eyes closed, got a death wishMoney, drugz, and murderer shitWhat you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kidsAnd clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAzWho you know wit gunz that kill shitJust because we're them hot niggerzSell mo records than Roc niggazI'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggazWhat's my name?J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than IsleyYou can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin oneDruggin bitches like Heron(heroin)The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and biceOn your jewel to cop a Benz20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live forThoroughbread demand and supply the rawI put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-TownINC Murder spittin in roundzYou don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flamesIt's Murda And ain't shit gon changeNiggaz!!!

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The Murderers

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