Ja Rule - Murda 4 Life (remix) lyrics

Ja Rule- It's murda, it's murda, uh It's murda, yeah, yeah, uh It's murda, yeah It's murda, ya heard, n***a? It's murda, yo, it's murda It's murda (Chorus) x2 Ja Rule- n***as live wit it, money d** and murda for life b**hes deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If your feeling it, get high, it's alright But you can't get it, until the day of my demise Tah Murda- Playa, playa, it's murda, murda for life With silencers, hurtin' 'em right Leavin' them numb, like Persian white, darken the light b**h n***as- I don't scheme on them, I just lean on them co*k-eyed Benz, bu*ter leathers with four screens on them Ever since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'nani The same birds who have nerve to fly by me I'ma ball, like get it off for sure Brawl til I can't raw no more, kickin' your dog for raw When it's all set and done, my duns get it on and bubble ]From the night to morn', from Dusk Til Dawn And if I wasn't with Inc, with Murda Would you broads drive with me? Draw guns, side-to-side with me? Mine's real, and I ain't comfertable til I see a mil' Or a mansion in Beverly Hills We heavily steal, so get up, we bag coke then split it up Post n***as up on the wall, like, "What?! Get up!" And target practice like n***as a sittin' ducks If you sittin' trunk, then prepare, prepare to get stuck What! (Chorus) x2 Ja Rule- f** the world cause it ain't quite ready me I'm living my life n***as take a look at these eyes Witness what it is to be real n***as Guns, d**, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some Bad enough buy some n***a f**ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up Tearing your whole clique then we clip up n***a that's what, them murderers, n***a, that's us What the f**, is you ready to die right now, n***a? Know you feelin' my style, n***a Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle n***as Hit 'em, any n***a that breath, Rule riddle 'em wit hot one Ain't no n***a like me, who you riding wit? Rolling nuttin' but hot sh** Yo b**h, my b**h Only difference is b**hes on my dick blow dick How I co*k spread hit, ho's love that sh**, you celibate I'll turn you into the freakiest b**h Have you topless dance in bars naked for dollars Y'all b**hes know what my style is Always in some foul sh**, Rule b**h Let the world know When I spit nothing but that murderous, live wit it It's murda (Chorus) x2 Black Child- Uh huh What the God Black Child Yeah, uh, what, bring it to 'em Uh huh What the God? Yeah Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now It's the murderers about to tear sh** down Touch the town, bless the world, undress your girl f** your moms, we make bellow on bronze Cuz when I pell these arms, just spit these guns We gon' split yo' ones, and you know the outcome Inc. coming, get some, n***a squeeze the pump n***a breathes when we dump, what the f** y'all want?! n***a Ja Rule- None of me cuz I hit them with too much style And my energy got the n***a creatin' little me I'ma lock game, squeeze Know that it's my time, if I leave here, breathe n***as hatin' on mines, I'ma nightmare n***as better prepare to die And deal with Ja, holla, and murda for life! (Chorus) x2 It's murda, it's murda It's murda, it's murda It's murda, it's murda It's murda, it's murda It's murda, it's murda It's murda, uh, uh We out