Ja Rule

Featuring Memphis Bleek

Ja Rule Lyrics - Rap Lyrics

Murda 4 Life

Yeah. What y'all niggers want

street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit

You heard nigger

Its all real in the field nigga

Chorus

Niggers live with it, money drugs and murder for life

Bitches deal with it, only loving these hoes for the night

If your feeling it, get high its alright

but you can't get it, until the day of our demise

(repeat)

(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 wit two Mac's , raisers and icepicks

Just cause you niggers want to see me hurtin like them

Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's

livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe

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 was

cut wit ether

Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigger spark with this nigger

blaze bark wit this nigger

Me and Ja Rule fucking you hoe'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 motherfucking animal

Chorus(2x)

(Ja Rule)

Fuck the world cause it ain't quit ready 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 buy some nigga

Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up

Tearing your whole clique then we clip up

Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us

What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga?

Know you feelin my style nigga

Run wit nothing but Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas

Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one

Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit?

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 on some foul shit, Rule bitch

Let the world know

When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it

Chorus(2x)

(Memphis Bleek)

Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at

Bum chick don't speak to that, fly mom ma creep wit that

Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it

Don't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it

Brooknam and Queens

Yo, it means more killing, more guns, more drugs, more real

As niggas

HOLLA don't give a fuck, DOLLAS niggas what you want get it

Crump blaze skunk , what the fuck y'all want nigga!

(Ja Rule)

None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style

And my energy got these niggas creatin lil me's

I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time

If I leave air breath niggas haten on mines

I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare to die

And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!

Chorus(2x)

Uhh yeah

Ja Rule , Memph Bleek

Holla back, Rocafella

Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh

We out

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