Ja Rule — Murda 4 Life

[Intro: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek] Yeah, what y'all niggas want? -(Yeah. yeah) Street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule -Ya heard, nigga It's all real in the field, nigga [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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 Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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 Bitches - wanna too see me ball Killers - they don't wanna see me at all! If I wasn't rolling with the rock Will you niggas pass rock, share birds, or flash Glocks? I walk around with two Mac's, razors and ice picks Just cause you niggas want to see me hurtin' like them Its all about the benjamins, money, cash, hoe's Livin through this shit I'm in, nigga stack dough Street scholar, eight figure nigga, white collar cat Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch, 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 nigga don't want a part of this nigga, spark with this nigga Blaze bark with this nigga Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you ho's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you Supply you, with ten bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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 Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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] Fuck the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me I'm living my life, niggas, take a look at these eyes Witness what it is to be real, niggas Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some Bad enough? pop some, nigga Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up Nigga, that's what, the murderers, nigga, that's us What the fuck, is you ready to die right now, nigga? Know you feelin' my style, nigga Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas Hit 'em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em with hot one Ain't no nigga like me, who you riding with? Rolling nothing but hot shit, your bitch my bitch Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate I'll turn you into the freakest bitch Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars Y'all bitches know what my style is Always in some foul shit, Rule bitch Let the world know When I spit, nothing but that murderous Live with it [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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 Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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, bitch where we freakin' at? Bum chick, I don't speak to that, fly momma creep with that Live with it, nigga hit it, don't stop get it-get it Don't trickie bitch, would you fuck with it? Brooknam and Queens Yo, it means more killers, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggas Holla, don't give a fuck, dollars, nigga, what you want? get it Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want, nigga! [Verse 4: Ja Rule] None of me 'cause, I hit 'em with too much style And my energy, got these niggas creatin' lil me's I'ma lock and squeeze, know that it's my time If I leave air breath, niggas hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare, niggas better prepare to die And deal with Ja hollerin' Murda for life! [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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 Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life Bitches 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, nigga Ja Rule, Memph Bleek Holla back, Roc-a-Fella It's Murda, it's Murda, uh-uh We out...