The Murderers(Album Version|Explicit) - Ja Rule

Artist：ja rule
Songs Title：the murderers
Word to god
Y'all know who the f**k this is
You know we would kidnap yo kidz
You know what the f**k we do
Murder b**ch niggaz like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggaz could get it
Act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch 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 sh*t you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yea my sh*t'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 motherf**ker we don't beg or borrow
We take sh*t, f**k you and yo fake b**ch, 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 sh*t down
Kill a n**r for the f**k of it I get you touched for chips
F**k that sh*t, f**k the whip, and f**k you b**ch
You can just suck my dick
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherf**ker, we don't beg or borrow
We take sh*t, f**k you and yo fake b**ch
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 **z
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
Yo I give a f**k if y'all niggaz 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 sh*t thru you and watch you Holla Holla
The same niggaz 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 niggerz y'all can't live
Funny sh*t about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug sh*t I'm still livin y'all niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz 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, ni**a hand me the bezzle
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta sh*t, attractin yo b**ch, gettin head and lean back in the whip
I mastered the chipz, Ni**a I'm tryin to tell you
You're holdin hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherf**ker, we don't beg or borrow
We take sh*t, f**k you and yo fake b**ch
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 **z
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
Ja's a muthaf**kin problem
Any ni**a think not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em
Who's gettin it, I got him Ni**a dead and gone
Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow
I'ma degenerate ni**a addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, **z, and murderer sh*t
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 k**l sh*t
Just because we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than Roc niggaz
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz
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 muthaf**kin one
Druggin b**ches like Heron(**)
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 cock them flames
It's Murda And ain't sh*t gon change
Niggaz!!!