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
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
(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
(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