Murda 4 Life lyrics

[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
Yeah, what y'all n*ggas want?
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 feelin' it, get high it's all right
But you can't get it 'til the day of my 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 feelin' it, get high it's all right
But you can't get it 'til the day of my demise

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yo, you can holla at the dog
Haters want to see me fall
b*tches want to see me ball
Killers they don't want to see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the roc
Would you n*ggas pass roc
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
It's all about the benjamins, money, cash, hoes
Livin' through this sh*t I'm in, n*gga stack dough
Street scholar, eight-figga n*gga, white collar gat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, b*tch holla back
I'm a creature smokin' on haze since it was reefer
Drug ass flow, like I've been cut with Ether
Mark ass n*gga don't want parts of this n*gga
Spark with this n*gga, blaze bark with this n*gga
Me and Ja Rule f*ckin' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how are you?
Slide c*ck inside you supply you, with ten b*tches times two
I'm a motherf*cking animal
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with money, drugs, and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n*ggas can't get it 'til the day of my demise
n*ggas live with money, drugs, and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n*ggas can't get it 'til the day of my demise

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
f*ck, the world cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm livin' my life n*ggas take a look at these eyes witness What it's like to
Be real n*ggas
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs
Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, n*gga
f*ck around with Ja and Bleek get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
n*gga that's what the murder, n*gga that's us
What the f*ck? Is you ready to die right now n*gga?
Make you feel my style n*gga
Growin' up with wild Brook-'nam and Queens-isle n*ggas
Hit em, any n*gga that breathe room riddle em wit' hot ones
Ain't no n*gga like me, who you ridin' with?
Rollin' nothing but hot sh*t, yo' b*tch my b*tch
Only difference is b*tches on my di*k, blow di*k
How I c*ck, spread it, hoes love that sh*t
You cel-a-bent I turn you in to the freakiest b*tch
Have you topless, dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all b*tches know how my style is, always in some foul sh*t
RULE b*tch let the world know when I spit
Nothing but the murderous, live with it
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with money, drugs, and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n*ggas can't get it 'til the day of my demise
n*ggas live with money, drugs, and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n*ggas can't get it 'til the day of my demise

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
Yo, Yo, Yo Holla what you think of that?
b*tch where we freakin' at?
Bum chicken I don't speak to that
Fly mama i'll creep with that
Live with it, lick it and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
Don't trick it, b*tch would you f*ck with it?
Brook-'nam and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' killas
(it's murda)mo' guns, mo'drugs, mo' real ass n*ggas
Holla, don't give a f*ck dolla's
n*ggas what you want get it crump blazed stump
What the f*ck y'all want n*gga?

[Verse 4: Ja Rule]
None of me cause' i hit em' with too much style
In my energy, got n*ggas creating little me's
I'm a lot game squeeze
Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
n*ggas hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare
n*ggas better prepare to die and deal with
Ja hollering murda for life
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n*ggas live with money, drugs, and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n*ggas can't get it 'til the day of my demise
n*ggas live with money, drugs, and murda for life
b*tches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n*ggas can't get it 'til the day of my demise

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah n*gga
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla Back
Roc-A-Fella
It's murda, it's murda
Uh, uh
We out