Ja Rule - The Murderers Lyrics
Black child-Word to godYa know who the ***** this is?Ya know we would kidnap yo kids?Ya know what the ***** we do?Murda ***** niggaz like youFor real, all the timeAny place, any whereYall niggaz can get itAct like yall dont knowIn the world thats ice coldBlacks die slowlyCats snag groupiesGats, and leave you lonelyMy mama always told meThe streets will slow you downDaddy neva showed meHow heat will hold me downSo now, I rob and stealThe shit you fillWith a clique that killsYeah, my shit that realI hustled hard all my lifeRan the streets all nightMy wife always said everythingWas gonna be aiightShe was rightAnd thats the one reasonWhy I love herBut everything she saidWent in one ear and out the otherWord to motherLook at it from a thug point of viewWhen the kids need clothesWhat a thug gonna do?Hit the streets and hustleOr pick up the heat and bust youIm tryin to eat like russellMurda is my hustleYou keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tomorrowIts murda mother*****aWe dont bang or robWe take shit***** you and yo fake *****When the eight spitYou can feel the hatredTaste itYou high right nowYou aint ready to die right nowBefore five well calm you downYou in the charmer nowIts drama howA child will shut shit downKillin niggaz for the ***** of itIll get you touched for chips***** that shit and ***** yo wips***** you ***** you can just suck my dick(chorus)If you keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tomorrowIts murda mother*****aWe dont bang or robWe take shit***** you and yo fake *****When the eight spitYou can feel the hatredTaste itIts your bloodWhen we show loveWe murderers (murderers)We throw slugsWe hustlers (hustlers)We sell drugsAnd tell thugs livin it upThat there times upTah murdah-Yo, yoI dont give a ***** if you niggaz hate meI drop bodies off where the lakes beBut lately, Ive been hittin cribs be safe where the cake beI take three to the feds for the love of the dollarsAnd put that hot shit through you and watch you holla, hollaThe same niggaz I roll wit ima brawl witHold my tanksRun in the bank, and take it all withPlaya we flawlessWit nothin to looseGun buttin and bruisinNiggaz yall cant liveFunny shit about itNiggaz wanna hit meForget about itThug-shit Im livinYall niggaz spit about itI rob and extort niggazTwo-thirds of my lifeThe other third has beenSwingin on carsChasin the birdsIf you ever get the urge to comeTry for testAll in one day youll get noneAnd lied to restIts murdaThe only code of the ghettoIts murdaNigga hand me the bezzleAnd dance with the devilGuns gradually spitGangsta shitAttractin your *****Gettin head leaned back in the sixI master the chipsNigga Im tryin to tell youYou holdin hammers and nail youHave you were the dogs couldnt smell you(chorus)Ja rule-Jas the mother*****in problemAny nigga think notIma pop emPut the lid on niggazDemand that I spot emWho gettin it? I got em niggaAnd go got em to the cross in the roadsShow them how the guns blowIm a degenerate niggaAddicted to hydroPushin four lanesTop down with my eyes closedGot a death wishMoney, drugs, and murderin shitWhat you want with this?Well kidnap yo kidsClap up yo cribsIts the murderersWhat you know that doesThat kill shit , just because?We them hot niggasSell more records then roc niggasIma lock it down for six monthsAnd shock niggasWhats my name?J to a, the r-u-l-eWith them hoesThat get through more sheets thenIs lay, you cant deny meIm the mother*****in oneDrugs and *****es, like heronThe don be the ruleIf you hot get priced on your jewelsCop a benz, and 20 inch chrome yo shoesI got nothin to looseBut everything to live forThoroughbreds the manThat supply the rawI put my smack down>from n-y to chi-townIncorporatedMurder spittin them roundsYou dont wanna hear how we soundWe cop the flameIts murdaAnd shit gonna changeNiggaz...Uh, uhMother*****as, understand thatUh, uhWe live or die for this hereNigga its murda!!Motha *****aGive it to emWell like thatAll my murderers!!My dog***** the worldYa heardMurder inc. niggaz
