Yeah. What y'all ni***z want
Street s**t Memph Bleek s**t Ja rule s**t
You heard n***a
It's all real in the field n***a


Ni***z live wit it money drugs and murdah for life
B*****s deal with it only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it get high it's alright
But you can't get it until the day of our demise


(Memphis Bleek)

You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall
B*****s wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you ni***z pass rock share birds or flash glocks
I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
Just cause you ni***z want to see me hurtin like them
Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
Livin through this s**t I'm in n****are stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure n***a white collar cat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, b***h holla back
I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer
Drug a** flow like I was cut wit ether
Mark a** n****are don't want a part of this n***a spark with this n***a
Blaze bark wit this niga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide c*** inside you
Supply you with ten b*****s times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal

Chorus (2x)

(Ja Rule)
F**k the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life ni***z take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real ni***z
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough buy some n***a
F*****g around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
N***a that's what these Murderers n***a that's us
What the f**k, is you ready to die right now n***a?
Know you feelin my style n***a
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle ni***z
Hit em any n****are that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
Ain't n***a like me, who you riding wit?
Rolling nothing but hot s**t your b***h my b***h
Only difference is b*****s on my d**k blow d**k
How I c*** spread hit ho's love that s**t, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest b***h
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all b*****s know what my style is
Always on some foul s**t, Rule b***h
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, b***h where we freakin at
Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
Live with it n***a hit it, don't stop get it get it
Don't tricking bitching, would you f**k with it
Brooknam and Queens
Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real a** ni***z
Holla don't give a f**k, dollas ni***z what you want get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the f**k y'all want n***a!

(Ja Rule)
None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
And my energy got these ni***z creatin lil me's
I'm a lock and squeeze know that it's my time
If I leave air breath ni***z haten on mines
I'm a nightmare n****s better prepare to die
And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!


Uhh yeah
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
Its Mur-da, it's Mur-da uh uh
We out
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Murda 4 Life Lyrics

Ja Rule – Murda 4 Life Lyrics

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