We Murderers Baby lyrics

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N.W.A


(Ja Rule and Vita)
Yo (we murderers, baby)
Da Murderers (I here for you, baby)
I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby)
Vita, Ja Rule

[Hook]
(Ja Rule and Vita)
I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby)
Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby)
Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby)
You and I together, and we blast forever
{2x}

(Ja Rule)
Ja's the dream and n*gga's wake up and sweats its about
Horse head in your bed, n*gga
Gun your mouth
Potty it out
Wrong n*gga
Spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liqour
Cause my n*ggas run through lesbians
n*ggas, that act like brawds
Feel the strip and thus be gone
Hold up, n*gga that done spread up
You might wanna keep in touch with the murderers
Cause we, the murderers I.N.C
Is above yall n*ggas, it's the lord in me
And we can never be at a love's lost
But you, showed me love ain't boss
Feel the force
This young horse
Known as rule
Gave more paper to jigga for my ewls
And lord knows ain't no pus*y going to stop my flow
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door
[Hook]

(~Vita~)
You that motherf*cking b*tch, Vita n*gga
You want me to ryde you n*gga
Clap up and hide you n*gga
Been beside my n*ggas for this long
I'm keeping my head right and tight and doe long
I can go on, about sh*t I've been through
Transponed, keys are in too
sh*t I got issues
If I pop a b*tch
Then she probably a snitch
L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet sh*t
When my n*ggas from my b*tches
Sold drugs from n*ggas to the murderes
I'm the b*tch, sometimes I even spit on chicks
Cause in the clubs, I sip Crys', and I p*ss the sh*t, baby
I know your brawds been feeling me, lately, now livin and lay
Cause I touch them with gun blades, dark is us
Any light, shine, we bust
Vita, Gotti and Rule, we make up the murderers

[Hook x2]

(~Vita~)
The reasons why I pop between the lie
Be the same reasons I clap off the nines
Roll up on bronx, like, who da hot b*tch
And stock, with some sweats, humpin out on sixth
(Ja Rule)
That's it, go head baby, floss out b*tches
But me, I'm continue to clap n*ggas
Strike and heavy hitters that, play the field, reveal
Pull that weapon and re-keep the seal
(Vita and Ja Rule)
It's murder to the end (It's murder for life)
Only Jesus Christ made us a strong sacrifice
These n*ggas I die for, lies to the fed form
Set out these b*tch n*ggas, I pick them in bad form
(Ja Rule)
Baby, I'm long gone, but I'm loyal
For the love that you show your b*tches
And spread to your thugs
And they tongue kiss slugs
When the f*cking wit us
You crazy, that's why (We Murderers baby!)

[Hook x2]
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