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The Murderers

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg

on ha butt,

Sippin’ on this cup (ay)

She dont give a fuck if she goin home in a uber,

But she gon’ feel some type of way

When she see me and her

look like Keyshia Cole and she heaven-sent, Baby bottles for the drink for when it's time to measure it
Them pints in by the load, you would think that

to love yours word to J. Cole
Only focused on my baby and my bankroll
Anything else really just a waste
So I'm gone gone, back in the whip
Really locked in

never-ending game
(Ooh oo oo)
Remember back on the bus when I was bumping J. Cole
Now I'm listening to his beats trying to work out a flow
Writing rhymes in

if I had to I'd strip (sorry ma)
Cuz I'm addicted to the money and the dollar is my fix (fix)
Count it up, count it up, J. Cole shit, I'm tryna get

me rappin like J Cole that's not a nigga life

Momma imma Muthafuckin foo
Not just April 1st March 31st too
Makin moves never Ben or breaking rules

me
I'm addressin' all of the students with all of my lectures
Soakin' up all I can, ya man is a sponge made of leather
Cause I'm a thrilla
J Cole got

got a type
And you the kind to get my ass beat in a fight
That's just the shit you like
You know, gentleman
Open doors for ya
On some J. Cole shit,

Killing their faith for the devil across
Grinding and grinding to get on the top
You might see me with my gang when I toss
J-Cole, off-season an hundred

Hit it in the morning like I'm drake or j Cole

Random debris is scattered all around the room
It was a wild night, every single moment was a highlight

on the 105, 2 A.M. drives
Aye back home pay your flight way back up to Chi
But I'm like, like J. Cole said, I can't save ya
And I don't know if, I could take ya

on a jet,
 We gettin flawless banquets,
 cnd I ain't big on jewelry it might be worth it I guess,
 My chaining day coming next,
 Shout-out J.Cole-Dj Khalid

I might not, Have a million song 
But I made this beat, Ill make you sing along
Like Im Post Malone
Like Im J. Cole
But Im FN Randy, Call me Dirt

I'm serving 2011 J Cole
Bitch you can't get enough

Too powerful to go unnoticed
Only mad when you see me
Because you know ain't nobody come to see you

killin' shit, J. Cole (What Up)
V in sports mode, I be bussin' 12 ass (Buss, buss)
I'm smokin' and my car, smokin' Super-Shell gas
Don't inhale fast, let

on
Got a mixtape on
Hit it in the mornin' like it's
J cole and Drake on
Draco warm 'em, Kloud God show 'em up
Got a bitch, so she only drink StarBucks

Aye
C-Rain
My nigga, J Hooligan
Talkin’ that real shit
Know what the fuck goin’ on
Sheesh
Y’all livin’ in the past while I’m livin’ in the future

in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My

The Breakthrough

LL Cool J

Bigger & Deffer

1987

Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town 
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around 
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your

Murderers

Buju Banton

Ultimate Collection

2001

I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg

Got that 50 cal pen
Yeah there’s no one of my caliber
Barret in my hand
Take the head clean off the challenger
Got that itchy finger
Im quick to pull

Heard Cole talking bout dreams and dollar bills
And I felt that cause I really had dreams
But I didn't have dollars now I'm with the whole team
I'm from

too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power