Ja Rule The Murderers Lyrics

[Black Child]
Word to god
Y'all know who the f___ this is
You know we would kidnap yo kidz
You know what the f___ we do
Murder b____ n____z like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all n____z could get it
Act like y'all don't know
{rapping}
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats s_____ rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit s___ you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yea my s___'s that real, I hustle hard all my life
Ran the streetz all night
My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda m_________er we don't beg or borrow
We take s___, f___ you and yo fake b____, when the eight (.8mm) spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shut s___ down
Kill a n_____ for the f___ of it I get you touched for chips
f___ that s___, f___ the whip, and f___ you b____
YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY d___

[Chorus] ( Black Child )
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda m_________er, we don't beg or borrow
We take s___, f___ you and yo fake b____
When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz

[Tah Murda]
Yo I give a f___ if y'all n____z hate me
I drop bodies off where the lakes be
But lately, I've been hitin cribz
And safes where the cake be
I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla
I put that hot s___ thru you and watch you Holla Holla
The same n____z that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takinall of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin
And brossen n_____z y'all can't live
Funny s___ about it, n_____s wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug s___ I'm still livin y'all n____z just spit about it
I rob and stomp n____z 2/3rd of my life
The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only code to the ghetto
It's murda, n____ hand me the bezzle
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta s___, attractin yo b____, gettin head and lean back in the whip
I mastered the chipz, n____ I'm tryin to tell you
You're holdin hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you

[Ja Rule]
Ja's a m____fuckin problem
Any n____ think not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on n____z the minute I spot em
Who's gettin it, I got him n____ dead and gone
Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow
I'ma degenerate n____ addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer s___
What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids
And clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz
Who you know wit gunz that kill s___
Just because we're them hot n_____z
Sell mo records than Roc n____z
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock n____z
What's my name?
J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley
You can't deny me, I'm the m____fuckin one
Druggin b____es like Heron(heroin)
The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice
On your jewel to cop a Benz
20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for
Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw
I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we c___ them flames
It's Murda And ain't s___ gon change
n____z!!!