Murda 4 Life lyrics

[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
Yeah
(Uh)
What y'all n*ggas want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Street sh*t
Memph Bleek sh*t (Uh, yeah), Ja Rule
(Ya heard, n*gga)
It's real (Yo) here in these fields, n*gga

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
n*ggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
But you can get it
'Till the day of our demise
n*ggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright (Yo)
But you can get it (Yea)
'Till the day (Uh) of our (Yo) demise
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
You could holla at the dog
Haters wanna see me fall
b*tches, wanna see me ball
Killers!, they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rollin' with the Roc
Will you n*ggas pass rock, share birds or flash Glocks?
I walk around with two Macs, razors and ice picks
Just cause you n*ggas wanna see me hurtin' like them
It's 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 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, mami 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 wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
n*ggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise
n*ggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
n*ggas can get it
'Till 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, 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 ridin' with?
Rollin' nuttin' 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, hoes love that sh*t, you celibate?
I turn you into the freakiest 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, nuttin' but the murderous
Live with it

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
n*ggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
n*ggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise
n*ggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
n*ggas can get it (Yo, yo, yo)
'Till the day of our demise
[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
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 (Murda)
Yo, it means more killers (Murda), more guns, more drugs, more real ass n*ggas
Holla, don't give a f*ck
Dollas, 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, aim, 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 wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
n*ggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise
n*ggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
b*tches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
n*ggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Uh
Yeah
n*gga
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla back
Roc-A-Fella
It's Murda
It's Murda, uh, uh
We out