Lirik Lagu The Murderers - Ja Rule
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Black Child:
Word to GodYa know who the fuck this is?Ya know we would kidnap yo kids?Ya know what the fuck we do?Murda bitch niggaz like youFor real all the timeAny place any whereYa'll niggaz can get itAct like ya'll don't know
In 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 youI'm tryin to eat like RussellMurda is my hustleyou keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tomorrowIts murda motherfuckaWe don't bang or robWe take shitFuck you and yo fake bitchWhen the eight spitYou can feel the hatredTaste itYou high right nowYou aint ready to die right nowBefore five we'll calm you downYou in the charmer nowIt's drama howA child will shut shit downKillin niggaz for the fuck of itI'll get you touched for chipsFuck that shit and fuck yo wipsFuck you bitch you can just suck my dick
Chorus:
If you keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tomorrowIts murda motherfuckaWe don't bang or robWe take shitFuck you and yo fake bitchWhen 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 up
Tah Murdah:
Yo, YoI dont give a fuck if you niggaz hate meI drop bodies off where the lakes beBut lately, I've 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 I'ma brawl witHold my tanksRun in the bank, and take it all withPlaya we flawlessWit nothin to looseGun buttin and bruisinNiggaz ya'll cant liveFunny shit about itNiggaz wanna hit meForget about itThug-shit I'm livinYa'll 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 you'll get noneAnd lied to restIt's MurdaThe only code of the ghettoIt's MurdaNigga hand me the bezzleAnd dance with the devilGuns gradually spitGangsta shitAttractin your bitchGettin head leaned back in the sixI master the chipsNigga I'm tryin to tell youYou holdin hammers and nail youHave you were the dogs couldn't smell you
Chorus:
If you keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tommorrowIts murda motherfuckaWe don't bang or robWe take shitFuck you and yo fake bitchWhen 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 up
Ja Rule:
Ja's the motherfuckin problemAny nigga think notI'ma 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 blowI'm a degenerate niggaAddicted to hydroPushin four lanesTop down with my eyes closedGot a death wishMoney, drugs, and murderin shitWhat you want with this?We'll kidnap yo kidsClap up yo cribsIt's the MurderersWhat you know that doesThat kill shit , just because?We them hot niggasSell more records then roc niggasI'ma lock it down for six monthsAnd shock niggasWhats my name?J to A, the R-U-L-EWith them hoesThat get through more sheets thenI's lay, you can't deny meI'm the motherfuckin oneDrugs and bitches, 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 forThoroughbred's the manThat supply the rawI put my smack down>From N-Y to Chi-townIncorporatedMurder spittin them roundsYou don't wanna hear how we soundWe cop the flameIt's MurdaAnd shit gonna changeNiggaz...
Uh, uhMotherfuckas, understand thatUh, uhWe live or die for this hereNigga it's MURDA!!Motha fuckaGive it to 'emWe'll like thatAll my murderers!!My dogFuck the worldYa heardMurder Inc. niggaz
Word to GodYa know who the fuck this is?Ya know we would kidnap yo kids?Ya know what the fuck we do?Murda bitch niggaz like youFor real all the timeAny place any whereYa'll niggaz can get itAct like ya'll don't know
In 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 youI'm tryin to eat like RussellMurda is my hustleyou keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tomorrowIts murda motherfuckaWe don't bang or robWe take shitFuck you and yo fake bitchWhen the eight spitYou can feel the hatredTaste itYou high right nowYou aint ready to die right nowBefore five we'll calm you downYou in the charmer nowIt's drama howA child will shut shit downKillin niggaz for the fuck of itI'll get you touched for chipsFuck that shit and fuck yo wipsFuck you bitch you can just suck my dick
Chorus:
If you keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tomorrowIts murda motherfuckaWe don't bang or robWe take shitFuck you and yo fake bitchWhen 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 up
Tah Murdah:
Yo, YoI dont give a fuck if you niggaz hate meI drop bodies off where the lakes beBut lately, I've 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 I'ma brawl witHold my tanksRun in the bank, and take it all withPlaya we flawlessWit nothin to looseGun buttin and bruisinNiggaz ya'll cant liveFunny shit about itNiggaz wanna hit meForget about itThug-shit I'm livinYa'll 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 you'll get noneAnd lied to restIt's MurdaThe only code of the ghettoIt's MurdaNigga hand me the bezzleAnd dance with the devilGuns gradually spitGangsta shitAttractin your bitchGettin head leaned back in the sixI master the chipsNigga I'm tryin to tell youYou holdin hammers and nail youHave you were the dogs couldn't smell you
Chorus:
If you keep chasin yesterdayYou gonna miss tommorrowIts murda motherfuckaWe don't bang or robWe take shitFuck you and yo fake bitchWhen 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 up
Ja Rule:
Ja's the motherfuckin problemAny nigga think notI'ma 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 blowI'm a degenerate niggaAddicted to hydroPushin four lanesTop down with my eyes closedGot a death wishMoney, drugs, and murderin shitWhat you want with this?We'll kidnap yo kidsClap up yo cribsIt's the MurderersWhat you know that doesThat kill shit , just because?We them hot niggasSell more records then roc niggasI'ma lock it down for six monthsAnd shock niggasWhats my name?J to A, the R-U-L-EWith them hoesThat get through more sheets thenI's lay, you can't deny meI'm the motherfuckin oneDrugs and bitches, 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 forThoroughbred's the manThat supply the rawI put my smack down>From N-Y to Chi-townIncorporatedMurder spittin them roundsYou don't wanna hear how we soundWe cop the flameIt's MurdaAnd shit gonna changeNiggaz...
Uh, uhMotherfuckas, understand thatUh, uhWe live or die for this hereNigga it's MURDA!!Motha fuckaGive it to 'emWe'll like thatAll my murderers!!My dogFuck the worldYa heardMurder Inc. niggaz
