Текст песни The Murderers f Black Child, Ja Rule, Ta - We Different
The Murderers f Black Child, Ja Rule, Ta - We Different слова песни
Word to GodYo yo yoI neva liked cha`ll niggasWord to God, and I neva will`Cuz y`all niggas is ass, y`all bitchesWe different, y`all niggas ain`t like usWe different, word to God, we murderers[Tah Murdah]Y`all niggas is scared and unprepared for the warWe gon` kill *silence* and thats for sureSo fuck that, stack crack, bricks and flipYou bust yo` cap but yo` aim ain`t accurateYou`ll clap a bitch but won`t clap a clickNigga my mack`ll spit and hit that ac` you withWe gon` talk about guns and y`all talk about carsWe gon` talk about murda when y`all talk about broadsWhen niggas spit and hit me if the lord ain`t with meAin`t none of y`all niggas is gonna come to hell and get meNiggas ?geling? with me know I`m going to foreva spit`Cuz I got cheddar to get, I`ma foul and ???With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and ISaid the dead don`t die unless they fuck with JaIf sellin crack is wrong, god forgive me for my sinsI bust my mack ten and them claps I`m spinnin` inChorus: Ja, Tah, and Black ChildWe different, you can call us the Murdera`sWe different, you don`t wanna fuck with usWe different, how we see the souls through the eyesLive for life, its murda for life niggaWe different, you can call us the Murdera`sWe different, you don`t wanna fuck with usWe different, how we see the souls through the eyesLive for life, its murda for life nigga[Black Child]My nigga silence is the code for killers, we let the chrome speakAnd touch whoeva, `cuz no niggas beyond reachWe the drum heat, y`all niggas will fall fasterSpitting like nine raptors, crush `em like linebackersNigga, this shit is a joke? You die and ??? the laughterAnd thats for, whoever intervene or stoppin the green in itFor the longevity, check the pedigree So if I feel you ahead of me, tomorrow you`ll neva seeWe murderers with money to get, honies to hit?Rugars? and dummies to spit, leavin you mummy to stiffI`m one that`ll flip, breakin the law chasin the rawBeat you with the barrel of the gun, breakin ya jawTakin it all, fuck leavin the crumbs for niggasSlum jones for niggas, now I strap up and come for niggasAnd when I`m done with niggas they rest on they death bedWith the doctor pullin lead outta they headI`ll die for the breadChorus[Ja Rule]I don`t really give a fuck about y`all niggasI`ll sabotage with niggas, `cuz niggas actin like bitchesCausing me to start shittin, I`m the MurdererWho the fuck you thought you was?Little man shut the fuck up, respect the bossYou gotta be kidding me, nigga you a kid to meSuckin my dick when I was with the Click in nine-threeGet`cha own identidy, you fuckin dick ridahA year ago, nigga you was a b-boy for lifahStay frontin, when all eyes on the JeepsThe only nigga I see puching somethin is meI should be sunnin` y`all niggas for y`all cutFuckin on y`all sluts, but cha`ll niggas aint worth that muchYou should be glad I`m shittin and shed light to the factIf you shit back then maybe y`all niggas might go platI`m the pinnacle of that, young, stressed, and blackThink it out with the mind with the heart, attackIn the soul I tend to get attached, these the things thatMake me different, undeniably giftedIts scripted that I`ma kill `em all from the heartThe world`s most dangerous, race against time, and marchY`all niggas wanna start the war right nowI hit `em up and tear `em right to the groundIts the Murdera`s, nigga you want it with us?What the fucks up? What the fucks up nigga?Chorus