Ja Rule – Murda 4 Life

Ja Rule – Murda 4 Life Lyrics

Artist: Ja Rule
Song: Murda 4 Life

Yeah
What y’all n#gg#s want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Street sh#t
It’s real (Yo) here in these fields, n#gg#

n#gg#s 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#gg#s 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

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
Would you n#gg#s pass rock, share birds or flash Glocks?
I walk around with two Macs, razors and ice picks
Just cause you n#gg#s wanna see me hurtin’ like them

It’s all about the Benjamins, money, cash, hoes
Livin’ through this sh#t I’m in, n#gg# stack dough
Street scholar, eight figure n#gg#, 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 #ss flow like I’ve been cut with ether
Mark #ss n#gg# don’t want parts of this n#gg#
Spark with this n#gg#

Blaze bark with this n#gg#
Ain’t the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide c#ck inside you
Supply you, with ten b#tches times two
I’m a motherf#ckin animal

Real individual, street pinnacle
Bleek ridicule you n#gg#s to spit at you
If you bounce like a player, then you lounge like a player, smoke a ounce like a player, spit a round like a player
It’s all about the dough, motherf#ck these hoes

n#gg# stack what’chu know or get clapped ’cause you owe, n#gg#
n#gg#s 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#gg#s can get it

‘Till the day of our demise
n#gg#s 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#gg#s can get it

‘Till the day of our demise
f#ck the world ’cause it ain’t quite ready for me
I’m living my life, n#gg#s, take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real, n#gg#s

Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough? pop some, n#gg#
f#cking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up

n#gg#, that’s what, the murderers, n#gg#, that’s us
What the f#ck, is you ready to die right now, n#gg#?
Know you feelin’ my style, n#gg#
Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle n#gg#s

Hit ’em, any n#gg# that breath, Rule riddle ’em with hot one
Ain’t no n#gg# like me, who you riding with?
Rolling nothing but hot sh#t, your b#tch my b#tch
Only difference is b#tches on my dick blow dick

How I c#ck spread hit hoes love that sh#t, you celibate
I’ll 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, nothing but that murderous
Live with it

n#gg#s 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#gg#s can get it
‘Till the day of our demise

n#gg#s 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#gg#s can get it (Yo, yo, yo)
‘Till the day of our demise

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#gg# 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 #ss n#gg#s
Holla, don’t give a f#ck, dollars, n#gg#, what you want? get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the f#ck y’all want, n#gg#!

None of me ’cause, I hit ’em with too much style
And my energy, got these n#gg#s creatin’ lil me’s
I’ma lock and squeeze, know that it’s my time
If I leave air breath, n#gg#s hatin’ on mines

I’m a nightmare, n#gg#s better prepare to die
And deal with Ja hollerin’ murda for life!
n#gg#s 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#gg#s can get it
‘Till the day of our demise
n#gg#s 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#gg#s can get it
‘Till the day of our demise
Uh
Yeah

n#gg#
Memph Bleek
Holla back
Roc-A-Fella

It’s Murda
It’s Murda, uh, uh
We out
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Release Year: 1999