Murda 4 Life

Ja Rule

Album Venni Vetti Vecci

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…

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