Murda 4 Life

[Intro: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, what y'all n*ggas want?
-(Yeah. yeah)
Street sh*t, Memph Bleek sh*t, Ja rule
-Ya heard, n*gga
It's all real in the field, n*gga

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
You can holler at the dog
Haters wanna see me fall
b*tches - wanna too see me ball
Killers - they don't wanna see me at all!
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you n*ggas pass rock, share birds, or flash Glocks?
I walk around with two Mac's, razors and ice picks
Just cause you n*ggas want to see me hurtin' like them
Its all about the benjamins, money, cash, hoe's
Livin through this sh*t I'm in, n*gga stack dough
Street scholar, eight figure n*gga, white collar cat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, b*tch, holla back!
I'm a creature, smoking on hay since it was reefer
Drug ass flow like I've been cut with ether
Mark ass n*gga don't want a part of this n*gga, spark with this n*gga
Blaze bark with this n*gga
Me and Ja Rule f*ckin' you ho's is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide c*ck inside you
Supply you, with ten b*tches times two, I'm a motherf*ckin animal

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
f*ck the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm living my life, n*ggas, take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real, n*ggas
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough? pop some, n*gga
f*cking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
n*gga, that's what, the murderers, n*gga, that's us
What the f*ck, is you ready to die right now, n*gga?
Know you feelin' my style, n*gga
Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle n*ggas
Hit 'em, any n*gga that breath, Rule riddle 'em with hot one
Ain't no n*gga like me, who you riding with?
Rolling nothing but hot sh*t, your b*tch my b*tch
Only difference is b*tches on my di*k blow di*k
How I c*ck spread hit ho's love that sh*t, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest b*tch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all b*tches know what my style is
Always in some foul sh*t, Rule b*tch
Let the world know
When I spit, nothing but that murderous
Live with it

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
Holla, what you think of that, b*tch where we freakin' at?
Bum chick, I don't speak to that, fly momma creep with that
Live with it, n*gga hit it, don't stop get it-get it
Don't trickie b*tch, would you f*ck with it?
Brooknam and Queens
Yo, it means more killers, more guns, more drugs, more real ass n*ggas
Holla, don't give a f*ck, dollars, n*gga, what you want? get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the f*ck y'all want, n*gga!

[Verse 4: Ja Rule]
None of me 'cause, I hit 'em with too much style
And my energy, got these n*ggas creatin' lil me's
I'ma lock and squeeze, know that it's my time
If I leave air breath, n*ggas hatin' on mines
I'm a nightmare, n*ggas better prepare to die
And deal with Ja hollerin' Murda for life!

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
n*ggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you're feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Uhh yeah, n*gga
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
It's Murda, it's Murda, uh-uh
We out...