Ja Rule, Vita, The Murderers, Black Child, Tah Murdah
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Uh huh, we did it Motherfucker Somebody gotta do it It gotta get done, why not get it done with the gun? Word to god Yo yo yo [Chorus] Murder'a, inside must be hollow Kill us today or you'll have to kill us tomorrow Murder'a, inside must be shallow How does it feel to take a life of anotha Murder'a, inside must be hollow Kill us today or you'll have to kill us tomorrow Murder'a, inside must be shallow How does it feel to take a life It's murda and its not a game Y'all gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun Taking income, makin bitch niggas run The nine-one-one roll up nigga what We got the four pund tucked, the Porsche look plush Niggas get fuckin clapped and killed for flossin That probly why niggas get killed so often Nothin' to live for type a nigga I did a bid for Snitch bitch niggas that ain't built for war Is it because we ain't got no love for thugs And slugs for drugs, the worlds most murda'rous Black Child, nigga you know how the f*ck I do Put two in you, then puff a blunt at your funeral I might touch yo' click and f*ck yo' bitch But'choo never heard a nigga spit shit like this [Chorus] When I'm gunnin' I'm coming on ??? shit rubber grip Four shit on the sawed off, blowin' the doors off the Range Rov' shit Fo' sho' this, is somethin' we die for And my murdera's I lie and fry for Murda man, when the shit hit the fan The plan formulate, for instance, f*ck a percentage you need the all the cake Put the four to snakes make 'em lay for raw F*ck the game, 'cause nigga I don't play no more Size 'em up, nevermind if you ridin' tough Count 'em out 'til his eyes is puff, despising us I got hungry thugs that'll tie you up And they ain't got a problem with, snub nose revolver shit We hard to hit, my mom's a Crip We thristy niggas that'll rob ya bitch for the love of the chips So when I'm soaking the whip, y'all niggas keep hatin' Gotta stash where the heats placed in, paper I keep chasin' Motherfucker, uh uh [Chorus] Yo, yo Forever young this face kills so many all die, nigga must I? Confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why? Would you ever disrespect my niggas We murderous engines that lead to lynchin's Index, itching, ready to run up and hit 'em Let the teflon spin 'em, they say "look how Ja did 'em" I a murder'a , Inc'ed and blood you know you heard of us Murderers juts because we the shh Make a nigga much harder to hit with the ox We can take it back, give me five minutes in the box Or trade hot rocks 'til one of us drops Nothin but shells and you can hear the shot for blocks I'm giving 'em hell, while niggas steady hollerin' "stop" I spit sixteens with aim and continue to pop Motherfuckers, what'choo want with this shit The murderous I-N-see, nigga [Chorus]
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Written by: IRVING LORENZO, JEFFREY ATKINS, LARRY OGLETREE, RAMEL GILL, TIHEEM CROCKER
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